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BAPTIST  DENtMBJ^iy 


^  JIW  16  1936 


BY 

JAMES  H.   LINSLEY 

AND 

GUSTAVUS  F.   DAVIS. 


SECOMD  EDITION, 


'  Teaching  and  admonishing  one  another  in  Psalma  and 
Hymns,  and  Spiritual  Songs,  singing  with  grace  in  yow 
hearts  to  the  Lord."— Paul. 


HARTFORD: 
CANFIELD   AND   ROBINS. 

1837. 


Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1836,  by 
JAMES  H.  LLNSLEY  and  GUSTA^HUS  F.  DAVIS, 
in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  Connecticut. 


Stereotyped  by  Shepard,  Oliver  &  Co, 


PREFACE 


The  compilers  of  this  volume  have  been  induced 
to  prepare  and  publish  it  by  the  repeated  solicita- 
tion of  their  brethren,  and  by  their  own  conviction 
that  such  a  book  is  needed  by  the  Churches.  The 
reasons  which  have  produced  this  conviction,  must 
be  as  obvious  to  others  as  to  themselves.  It  is 
necessary,  therefore,  to  make  few  prefatory  re- 
marks. 

As  far  as  it  was  judged  at  all  expedient,  the 
hymns  contained  in  Winchell's  Watts  have  been 
omitted ;  because  that  is  a  work  highly  and  very 
justly  approved,  and  in  general  circulation  among 
Baptists.  This  course  was  also  adopted  in  order 
to  furnish. the  denomination  with  the  greater  num- 
ber and  variety  of  valuable  and  spirit-stirring 
hymns  ;  many  of  which,  must  have  been" excluded, 
had  more  been  copied  from  Winchell. 

The  practice  oi  singing  is  coming  more  and  more 
to  be  regarded  as  an  important  part  d^fccmihj  wor- 
ship ;  and  though  an  unusual  numberof  hymnswill 
be  found  in  this  department,  it  is  presumed  that 
those  who  adopt  this  delightful  practice  will  not 
consider  it  too  great. 

The  Hymns  for  the  use  of  Sabbath  Schools  are 
also  numerous,  and  it  is  devoutly  hoped,  that  they 
may  be  found  extensively  useful  in  connection  witn 
this  interesting  branch  of  relidous  instruction. 

The  paucity  of  hymns  in  all  the  books  heretofore 

fmblished,  adapted  to  Temperaiice  Meetings,  has 
ong  been  deeply  felt.     The  same  may  be  said  with 

3 


PREFACE. 

regard  to  the  anniversaries  of  Tract  Societies. 
Tnese  deficiencies  the  compilers  have  endeavored 
to  supply. 

Again,  as  Peace  Societies  are  becoming  more  nu- 
merous, and  are  exerting  more  interest  in  the  pub- 
lic mind,  several  hymns  adapted  to  the  meeting  of 
such  Societies,  not  found  in  any  hymu  book,  have 
been  carefully  selected  and  inserted. 

Another  fact  may  be  mentioned  as  important, 
especially  to  ministers.  To  enable  them  to  find 
hjTmns  adapted  to  the  various  subjects  on  which 
they  treat,  a  copious  index  of  texts  has  been  ar- 
ranged. These  texts  are  .also  placed  over  the 
hymns. 

'The  hjTnns  in  this  book  are,  in  general,  selected ; 
many  of  them,  however,  are  origmal,  and  to  their 
respected  authors  the  sincere  thanks  of  the  com- 
pilers are  hereby  tendered. 

So  far  as  practicable,  the  names  of  all  the  authors 
are  given ;  or  credit  is  given  to  the  source  from 
whence  they  were  selected.  These  are  placed  at 
the  left  hand  of  the  number ;  and  the  tunes,  select- 
ed by  Mr.  B.  C.  Wade,  will  be  found  on  theright, 
and  no  doubt  will  be  an  acceptable  addition,  to  the 
"  leader  of  the  song,"  inrelidous  meetings. 

To  the  blessing  of  God,  wnose  aid  was  implored 
at  the  commencement  and  in  the  progress  of  the 
work,  the  whole  is  now  devoutly  commended. 


BAPTIST 

SELECT    HYMNS. 


GOD. 


E.  C.  I.e.  M.  Dundee. 

Creator.     Gen.  i.  1. 

1  GREAT  First  of  Beings  !  mighty  Lord 

Of  all  this  wondrous  frame  ! 
Produced  by  thy  creating  word, 
The  world  from  nothing  came. 

2  Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  command — 

'Twas  instantly  obeyed ; 
And  through  thy  goodness  all  things  stand, 
Which  by  thy  power  were  made. 

3  Lord  !  for  thv  glory  shine  the  whole  ; 

They  all  reflect  thy  light : 
For  this  in  coarse  the  planets  roll, 
And  day  succeeds  the  night. 

4  For  this  the  earth  its  produce  yields, 

For  this  the  waters  flow  ; 
And  blooming  plants  adorn  the  fields, 
And  trees  aspiring  grow. 

6  Inspired  with  praise,  our  minds  pursue 
This  wise  and  noble  end, 


I 


2,  3.  GOD. 

That  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 
Shall  to  thy  glory  tend. 

Steele.  2.    l.  m.  Hamburg. 

Being  of  God.    Ps.  cm 

1  THERE  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks, 
Through  earth,  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies ; 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  gloi'y  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams  of  morning  rise  : 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright. 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light. 
His  mighty  maker's  glorious  name. 

3  The  flow'ry  tribes  all  blooming  rise 
Above  the  weak  attempts  of  art; 

The  smallest  worms,  the  meanest  flies, 
Speak  strong  conviction  to  the  heart. 

4  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God, 
Bow  down  before  him  and  adore. 

Kent.  3*    H.  M.  Carmathon. 

Gracious.     Ex.  xxxiv.  6. 

1  INDULGENT  God  !  how  kind 

Are  all  thy  ways  to  me, 
Whose  dark,  benighted  mind 

Was  enmity  with  thee  ; 
Yet  now  subdued  by  sovereign  grace, 
My  spirit  longs  for  thine  embrace. 

2  How  precious  are  thy  thoughts. 

That  o'er  my  bosom  roll ; 
They  swell  beyond  my  faults, 
And  captivate  my  soul ; 
6 


4,  5.  GOD. 

How  great  their  sum,  how  high  they  rise, 
Can  ne'er  be  known  beneath  the  skies. 

3  Preserved  in  Jesus,  when 

My  feet  made  haste  to  hell ; 
And  there  should  I  have  been, 

But  thou  dost  all  things  well : 
Thy  love  was  great,  thy  mercy  free, 
Which  from  the  pit  delivered  me. 

4  A  monument  of  grace, 

A  sinner,  saved  by  blood — 
The  streams  of  love  I  trace 

Up  to  the  Fountain,  God ; 
And  in  his  sacred  bosom  see 
Eternal  thoughts  of  love  to  me. 

Watts.  4.     L.  M.  Rothwell. 

Condescension  of  God. 

1  THY  favors,  Lord,  surprise  our  souls ; 
Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canst  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  starry  throne, 

And  please  his  ears  with  Gabriel's  songs ; 
But  heavenly  majesty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues. 

3  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  so  infinite  as  thine  ! 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay, 
But  tliy  compassion's  all  divine  ! 

Needham.  5.     cm.        Lanesboro' 

The  Holiness  of  God.    Vs.  cxi.  9. 
1  HOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King  : 

7 


b.  GOD. 

Thrice  holy  Lord,  the  angels  cry  ; 
Thrice  holy,  let  us  sing. 

2  Heaven's  brightest  lamps  with  him  compMed, 

How  mean  they  look,  and  dim  ! 

The  fairest  angels  have  their  spots, 

When  once  compared  with  him. 

3  Holy  is  he  in  all  his  works, 

And  truth  is  his  delight  : 
But  sinners  and  their  wicked  ways 
Shall  perish  from  his  sight. 

4  The  deepest  rev'rence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  0  my  soul,  to  God  ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

Whitfield's  Col.      6.    11.  Portuguese  Hymn. 

Divine  Mercy.     Ps.  Ixxxix.  1. 

1  THY  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue, 
Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Hath  won  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul  fast.  ■ 

2  Without  thy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live  here, 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair  ; 
But  through  thy  free  goodness  my  spirits  revive, 
And  he  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me  alive. 

3  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 

To  the  poor  and  the  needy, who  knock  by  the  way ; 
No  sinner  shalbever  be  empty  sent  back, 
Who  comes  seeking  mercy  lor  Jesus'  sake. 

4  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell ; 
Its  glories  I  '11  sing,  and  its  wonders  I  '11  tell ; 
'Twas  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree, 
That  opened  the  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 

8 


SOD. 

6  Great  Father  of  mercies  !  thy  goodness  I  own, 
And  the  cov'nant  love  of  thy  crucified  Son; 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  witness  divine 
Seals  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness  mine. 

7.     7.  Turin. 

God  is  love.     1  John,  iv.  8. 

1  EARTH,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers, 
Air,  with  all  its  beams  and  showers, 
Ocean's  infinite  expanse. 

Heaven's  resplendent  countenance ; 
All  around,  and  ail  above, 
Hath  this  record — God  is  love. 

2  Sounds  among  the  vales  and  hills, 
In  the  woods,  and  bv  the  rills, 
Of  the  breeze  and  of  the  bird. 

By  the  gentle  murmur  stirred ; 
All  these  songs,  beneath,  above, 
Have  one  burden — God  is  love. 

3  All  the  hopes  and  fears  that  start 
From  the  fountain  of  the  heart ; 
All  the  quiet  bliss  that  lies 

In  our  human  sympathies  ; 
These  are  voices  from  above. 
Sweetly  whispering — God  is  love. 

Meth.  Col.  8.     L.  M.    "    Old  Hundred. 

God  self-exialent  and  immutable. 

1  ALL-POWERFUL,  self-existent  God, 

Who  all  creation  dost  sustain  ! 
Thou  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come, 
And  everlasting  is  thy  reign. 

2  Fixed  and  eternal  as  thy  days. 

Each  glorious  attribute  divine, 


Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 
With  undiminished  lustre  shine. 

3  Fountain  of  being  !  source  of  good  ! 

Immutable  dost  thou  remain  ; 
Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a  change 
Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

4  Earth  maj'  with  all  her  powers  dissolve, 

If  such  the  great  Creator's  will : 
But  thou  forever  art  the  same  ; 
"  I  AM,"  is  thy  memorial  still. 

Doddridge.  O.     l.  m.  Shoel, 

Goodness  of  God. 

1  INDULGENT  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns 
Through  all  the  wide  celestial  plains ; 
And  thence  its  streams  redundant  flow, 
And  cheer  the  abodes  of  men  below, 

2  Through  nature's  works  its  glories  shine ; 
The  cares  of  providence  are  thine  ; 

And  grace  erects  our  ruined  frame, 
A  fairer  temple  to  thy  name. 

5  Oh  !  give  to  every  human  heart 

To  taste  and  feel  how  good  thou  art. 
With  grateful  love  and  holy  fear. 
To  know  how  blest  thy  children  are. 

4  Let  nature  burst  into  a  song  ; 

Ye  echoing  hills,  the  notes  prolong  ; 
Earth 'seas,  and  stars,  your  anthems  raise, 
All  vocal  with  your  Maker's  praise  ! 


10 


UNIVERSAL   PRAISE.  10,  11. 

UNIVERSAL  PRAISE. 


Burder's  Col.      10.     8.  7.      Sicilian  Hymn. 

1  PRAISE  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator ! 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue  : 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father  !  source  of  all  compassion  ! 

Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine  : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation  ! 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  through  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  m  heaven  our  song  we  raise  ; 
There,  enraptured,  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

Watts.  11.     L.  M.  Winchester. 

Perpetual  thanks.  * 

1  MY  God,  my  life,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  thankful'  tongue, 
Till  death  perfect  the"  grateful  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 

11 


12.  UNIVERSAL   PRAISE. 

And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  woiKs  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ! 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds. 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways, 

Vast  and  unceasing  be  thy  praise. 

4  Let  endless  honors  crown  thy  head ; 
Let  every  age  thv  praises  spread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  song  approve 
The  condescension  of  thy  love. 

Anon.  1.2 •     6.  4.      Italian  Hymn. 

1  COME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious. 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made  : 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stayed ; 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend  ! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend  ! 
12 


UNIVERSAL    PRAISE.  13. 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  beeir 

In  this  glad  hour !  ' 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Thbeb 
The  highest  praises  be 

Hence  evermore  ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
Mav  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

13.    10.  11.  Lyons. 

A  new  song.    Isa.  xlii.  10. 

1  O  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  !  prepare  a  new  song, 

And  let  all  his  saints  in  full  concert  join ! 
With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 
And  show  forth  his  praises  with  music  divine ! 

2  Let  praise  to  the  Lord,  who  made  us,  ascend  ; 

Let  each  grateful  heart  be  glad  in  our  King. 
The  God  whom  we  worship  our  songs  will  at- 
tend, 

And  view  with  complaisance  the  off 'ring  we 
bring. 

3  Be  joyful  ye  saints  sustained  by  his  might, 

And  let  your  glad  songs  awake  with  each  morn; 
For  those  who  obey  him  are  still  his  delight — 
His  hand  with  salvation  the  meek  will  adorn. 

4  Then  praise  ye  the  Lord  !  prepare  a  glad  song, 

And  let  all  his  saints  in  tull  concert  join  ! 

13 


14,    15.         UNIVERSAL    PRAISE. 

With  voices  united  the  anthem  prolong, 
And  show  forth  his  praises  in  music  divine. 

Pratt's  Col.  14.     c.  m.  Clifford. 

Universal  Praise. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord  in  joyful  strains. 

Let  earth  his  praise  resound  ; 
Let  all  the  cheerful  nations  join 
To  spread  his  glory  round. 

2  Thou  city  of  the  Lord,  begin 

The  universal  song ; 
And  let  the  scattered  villages 
The  cheerful  notes  prolong ; — 

3  Till,  midst  the  strains  of  distant  lands, 

The  islands  sound  his  praise  ; 
And  all,  combined,  with  one  accord, 
Jehovah's  glories  raise. 

Madan's  Col.         15,     5.  6.  Cheshunt. 

God's  servants  should  praise  him. 
1  YE  servants  of  God, 
Your  Master  proclaim. 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  Name ; 
The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 
And  rules  over  all. 

3  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh, 

His  presence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 

14 


UNIVERSAL    PRAISE.  16. 

Ascribing  salvation 
To  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God 

Who  sits  on  the  throne — 
Let  all  cry  aloud 

And  honor  the  Son : 
Our  Jesus'  praises 

The- angels  proclaim ; 
Fall  down  on  their  faces 

And  worship  the  Lamb, 

4  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right ; 
All  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above ; 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love. 

Taylor.  16.     8.  7.  Wilmot. 

1  SAINTS,  with  pious  zeal  attending, 

Now  a  grateful  tribute  raise  ; 
Solemn  songs  to  heaven  ascending, 
Join  the  universal  praise, 

2  Round  Jehovah's  footstool  kneeling, 

Lowly  bend  with  contrite  souls ; 
Here  his  milder  grace  revealing, 
Here  his  wrath  no  thunder  rolls. 

3  Every  secret  fault  confessmg. 

Deed  unrighteous,  thought  of  sin, 

Seize,  O  seize  the  proffered  blessing, 

Grace  from  God  and  peace  within. 


15 


17,   18*,  THE    SCRIPTURES. 

4  Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling, 
Still  the  song  of  glory  raise  ; 
On  the  theme  immortal  dwelling, 
Join  the  universal  praise. 

IT.     c.  M.      Peterborough. 

Devotion  to  Christ. 

1  BEING  of  beings,  God  of  love ! 

To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  want  to  be ; 

Our  sacrifice  receive ; 
Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee, 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Saviour's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 

And  be  with  Christ  in  God. 


THE  SCRIPTURES. 


Newton.  18,    8.7.      Westborough. 

The  Bible  a  Treasure. 
1  PRECIOUS  Bible !  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford  ! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 
Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 
16 


THE    SCRIPTURES.  19. 

Let  the  world  account  me  poor^ 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 

Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys  ; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys : 
On  a  dymg  Christ  I  feed, 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed  ! 

3  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation 

Satan  cannot  make  me  yield; 
For  the  word  of  consolation 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield  ; 
While  the  Scripture  truths  are  sure, 
From  his  malice  I  'm  secure. 

4  Shall  I  envy  thee,  thou  miser, 

Doating  on  thy  golden  store  ? 
Sure  I  am,  I  should  be  wiser, 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor. 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word, 
Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword. 

10.    7.         Nuremburgh. 

The  Bible  mine.    2  Tim.  iii.  16. 

1  HOLY  Bible!    Book  divine! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ; 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came, 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am  ; 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love. 
Mine  to  guide  my  willing  feet, 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit; 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  ; 

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20.  THE    SCRIPTURES. 

Mine  to  show  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death  ; 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom  : 
O  !  thou  holy  Book  divine, 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  ! 

20.     12.  11.  Scotland. 

The  Family  Bible. 

1  HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 

Of  youthful  emotions  and  innocent  joy'-, 
When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
Surrounded  witn  mercies — with  peace  from  on 

I  still  view  the  chair  of  my  sire  and  my  mother. 

The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  ranged  on  eacn 
hand, 
And  that  richest  book  which  excels  ev'ry  other, 

That  family  Bible  which  lay  on  the  stand. 
TTie  old  fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration. 

At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  delight, 
The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation, 

For  mercy  by  day,  and  for  safety  through  night. 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony  swell- 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band, 
Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 
dwelling, 
Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old  fashioned  Bible,  (^c. 

3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquillity,  long  have  we  parted. 

My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no  more; 
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THE    SCRIPTURES.  '21,22. 

In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken  hearted, 
And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant  shore, 

Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  protection, 
Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand 

Oh  I  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correciion, 
And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
Tke  old  fashioned  Bible,  i^c. 

Maxwell's  Col.   21,     l.  m.         Uxbridge. 
Delight  in  the  Scriptures.    Ps.  cxix.  72. 

1  I  LOVE  the  sacred  book  of  God ; 

No  other  can  its  place  supply  : 
It  points  me  to  the  saints'  abode, 
And  lifts  my  joyful  thoughts  on  high. 

2  Blest  book  !  in  thee  my  eyes  discern 

The  image  of  my  absent  Lord  : 
From  thine  instructive  page  I  learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  But  while  I  'm  here,  thou  shall  supply 

His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love  : 
I  '11  read  with  faith's  discerning  eye, 
And  thus  partake  of  joys  above. 

22,    L.  M.  Eaton. 

Reading  the  Scriptures.     Ps.  cxix.  43. 

1  GREAT  God !  oppressed  with  grief  and  fear, 

I  take  thy  book  and  hope  to  find 
Some  gracious  word  of  promise  there, 
To  soothe  the  sorrows  of  my  mind. 

2  I  turn  the  sacred  volume  o'er. 

And  search  with  care  from  page  to  page  ; 
Of  threat'nings  find  an  ample  store, 
But  naught  that  can  my  grief  assuage. 
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23.  THE    SCRIPTURES. 

3  And  is  there  naught !    Forbid,  dear  Lord ! 

So  base  a  thoiiiirht  should  e'er  arise  ; 
I'll  search  again,  and  while  I  search, 

0  may  the  scales  fall  oxi'mine  eyes  ! 

4  'Tis  done  ;  and  with  transporting  joy 

1  read  the  heaven-inspired  lines  ; 
There  Mercy  spreads  its  brightest  beams, 

And  truth  with  dazzling  lustre  shines. 

5  Here  's  heavenly  food  for  hungry  souls, 

And  mines  of  gold  t'  enrich  the  poor; 
Here  -s  healing  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  salve  for  every  fest'ring  sore. 

Heginbotham.'    S3*     l.  m.  Rothwell" 

1  NOW  let  my  soul,  eternal  King  ! 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring : 
My  knee  with  humble  homage  bow  ; 
My  tongue  perform  its  soleinn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below — and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  thy  blessed  Avord  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  There  what  delightful  truths  I  read ! 
There  I  l)ehold  the  Saviour  bleed  : 
His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 

4  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrow  cease, 

And  gives  m}*  laboring  conscience  peace  ; 
Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky.  < 

5  For  love  like  this,  O  let  my  song, 
To  endless  years,  thy  praise  prolong ; 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 
TiU  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

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THE    SCRIPTURES.  24,2^. 

Scott.  S4,     L.  M.  St.  Paul's. 

Bible  indited  and  preserved  by  the  Spirit.     Is.  xl.  8. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit !  '  twas  thy  breath 

The  oracles  of  truth  inspired, 
And  kings,  and  holy  seers  of  old 
With  strong  prophetic  impulse  fired. 

2  Filled  with  thy  great  almighty  power, 

Their  lips  with  heavenly  science  flowed  ; 
Their  hands  a  thousand  wonders  wrought, 
Which  bore  the  signature  of  God. 

3  The  powers  of  earth,  and  hell,  in  vain 

Against  the  sacred  word  combine  ; 
Thy  providence  through  every  age 
Securely  guards  the  book  divine. 

4  Thee,  its  great  author,  source  of  light, 

Thee,  its  preserver,  we  adore  ; 

And  humbly  ask  a  ray  from  thee, 

Its  hidden  wonders  to  explore. 

Evan.  Mag.        3o.     c.  m.  Mear. 

Revelation  welcomed.     Ps.  cxix.  105,  130. 

1  HAIL,  sacred  truth !  whose  piercing  rays 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

Diffusing  o'er  the  mental  world 

The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Jesus,  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet ; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind      > 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  Oh!  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze  ; 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

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26,  27.  CHRIST. 

4  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way  ; 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


CHRIST. 

Heber.  36.     11.  10.  Folsom. 

The  infant  Saviour.    Luke  ii.  12. 
I  BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
l     Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
t         Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

F  8  Cold,  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 

!  Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 

fc  Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, 

I  Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

I  3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Eden  and  offerings  divine  ? 

'  -    G«ms  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 

I         Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
»    Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration. 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Kippon.  ST.     7.  Nuremburg. 

1  HARK  !— the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 
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CHRIST.  28. 

Peace  on  earth,  aad  mercj'-  mild, 
Men  to  God  are  reconciled." 

2  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 

Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies. 

3  "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King" — 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing — 

"  Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
Men  to  God  are  reconciled. 

Steele.  S8.     c.  m.  Rochester. 

Saviour.     John  iv.  42. 

1  THE  Saviour !     O  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow  ; 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  Th'  almighty  former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  viewed,  with  wond'ring  eyes. 
And  hailed  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more  ! 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies. 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  mv  all  I 

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29,  30.  CHRIST. 

Dobell.  90.     L.  M.  Portugal 

Suii  of  Righteousness.     Mai.  iv.  2. 

1  GREAT  Sun  of  righteousness  arise, 
And  chase  the  darkness  from  mine  eyes ; 
Now  let  thy  beams  of  glory  shine, 

And  fill  my  soul  with  light  divine, 

2  While  in  this  world  of  sin  I  dwell, 
Defend  me  from  the  powers  of  hell ; 
Be  thou  a  sun  and  shield  to  me, 

Till  I  shall  dwell,  my  God,  with  thee. 

Medley.  30.    l,  m.  Hamburg. 

Loving  kindness.     Isa.  Ixiii.  7. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And_  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  sono^  from  me, 
His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall. 

Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
His  loving  kindness.  Oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 

His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  good  I 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot. 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

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CHRIST.  31,  32 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail. 
O,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kmdness  sing  in  death. 

Collyer.  31.     l.  m.  Sterling. 

Transfiguration.     Luke  ix.  23—31. 

1  ON  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands  ; 

His  altered  face  resplendent  shines ; 
And,  while  he  elevates  his  hands, 
Lo,  glory  marks  its  gentle  lines  ! 

2  Two  heavenly  forms  descend  to  wait 

Upon  their  suffering  Prince  below  ; 
But  while  they  worship  at  his  feet 
They  talk  of  fast-approaching  wo. 

3  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene 

To  Calvary  he  turns  his  eyes, 
And,  with  submission  all  serene, 
He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise, 

4  Then  let  us  climb  the  mount  of  prayer, 

Where  all  his  beaming  glories  shine  ; 
And,  gazing  on  his  brightness  there, 
Our  woes  forget  in  joys  divine. 

5  O,  that  on  yonder  heavenly  hills, 

Where  now  the  risen  Saviour  stands, 
And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distils, 
I  too  may  elevate  my  hands  ! 

Curtis'  Col.  3.3.     c.  w.       Brattle  Street. 

Miracles  of  Christ. 
1  JESUS,  and  didst  thou  condescend, 
When  vailed  in  human  clay. 
To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  tlie  blind. 
And  drive  disease  away  ? 

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33.  CHRIST. 

2  Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 

And  give  the  blind  to  see  7 
Jesus,  thou  son  of  David,  hear, — 
Have  mercy,  too,  on  me  ! 

3  And  didst  thou  pity  mortal  wo, 

And  sight  and  health  restore  ? 

Oh  pity,  Lord,  and  save  my  soul, 

Which  needs  thy  mercy  more  ! 

4  Didst  thou  thy  trembling  servant  raise, 

When  sinkmg  in  the  wave  7 — 
I  perish,  Lord  ! — oh,  save  my  soul ! 
For  thou  alone  canst  savet 

Medley.  33.    l.  ii.  Upton. 

He  has  done  all  things  well.    IVIark  vii;  37 

1  NOW  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise. 
To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I '11  raise  ; 
With  all  his  saints  1  '11  join  to  tell. 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

2  How  sov'reign,  wonderful  and  free 
Has  been  his  love  to  sinful  me  ! 

He  plucked  me  as  a  brand  from  hell ; 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

3  I  spumed  his  grace,  I  broke  his  laws. 
And  yet  he  undertook  my  cause, 

To  save  me,  though  I  did  rebel : 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

4  And  since  my  soul  has  known  his  love, 
What  mercies  has  he  made  me  prove ! 
Mercies  which  do  all  praise  excel ; 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

6  Where'er  my  Saviour  and  my  God 
Has  on  me  laid  his  gentle  rod, 
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CHRIST.  34. 

I  know,  in  all  that  has  befel, 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  shall  lose  my  breatb; 
Yet  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
My  Jesus  hath  aone  all  things  well. 

7  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  of  the  skies, 
Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

:/Iedley.  34.     8.  4.      Village  Street. 

Mission  of  Christ.    Isa.  vi.  9.    Ps.  xl.  7. 

1  "  WHOM  shall  I  send  ?"  the  Father  cries  ; 
"  Lo  !  I  am  here,"  the  Son  replies ; 

f       "  I  '11  veil  my  glories,  all  divine, 

"  And  to  mine  own  man's  nature  join, 
"  That  bright  in  glory  he  may  shine 
"  To  endless  day." 

2  "  I  '11  satisfy  the  law's  demands 

"  For  all  who  're  giv'n  into  my  hands  ; 
"  The  bitter  cup  for  them  I  '11  drink, 
"  Nor  shall  my  chosen  ever  sink ; 
"  I  '11  raise  them  from  th'  infernal  brink 
"  To  endless  day." 

3  Constrained  by  everlasting  love, 
He  left  the  shining  realms  above  ; 
In  sorrows  spent  his  life  on  earth. 

And  then  on  Calv'ry  vanquished  death  ; 
"  'Tis  finished !"  said  his  dying  breath, 
"  To  endless  day." 

4  ["  My  ministers  I'll  send  abroad, 

"  To  call  my  ransomed  back  to  God  ; 

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35, 36.  CHRIST. 

"  T^j"?  ^  '^^  conduct  with  tender  care, 

"  Whlh'??  '''^?'  *^"'?  ^"^^^  mansions  are 
Wliicli  I  for  all  mv  saints  prepare, 

"  To  endless  day."] 

35.     c.  M.  Woodstock 

Salvation  through  Christ. 

1  Jesus,  th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 

Whom  seraphim  obey, 
The  bosom  of  the  Father  leaves, 
And  enters  human  clay. 

2  Into  our  sinful  world  he  comes, 

The  Messenger  of  grace, 
And  on  the  bloody  tree  expires, 
A  victim  in  our  place. 

3  Transgressors  of  the  deepest  stain 

In  him  salvation  find  : 
H^  blood  removes  the  foulest  guilt, 
His  spirit  heals  the  mind. 

4  Our  Jesus  saves  from  sin  and  hell; 

His  words  are  true  and  sure. 
And  on  this  rock  our  faith  may  rest 
Immovable,  secure. 

36.     c.  M.  Rochdale. 

•  Can  we  forget  ? 

1  JESUS!  thy  love  shall  we  forget- 

And  never  bring  to  mind 

A  §T^.^^^^  P^^^  o"i"  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find  ? 

2  Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee—alone  on  thee  : 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransrnn  paid— 
ihine  all  the  srlory  be 
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CHRIST. 


37. 


2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer ; 
Thy  locks  with  mountaiii  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair  1 

3  Gethsemane,  can  we  forget 

Thy  struggling  agony— 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee  ? 

4  Can  we  the"  platted  crown  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame  ; 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 
And  earth  reviled  thy  name  ? 

5  The  nails,  the  spear,  can  we  forget ; 

The  agonizing  cry— 
"  My  God  !  my  Father !  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  die  7" 

6  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget— 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 
But  He,  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 

Newton.  37.     CM.         Woodstock. 

Christ  precious.     1  Pet.  ii.  7. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  By  him  my  prayers  acceptance  gain. 

Although  with  sin  defiled  j 

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38,  39.  CERisT. 

Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  mv  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought  • 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art,  ' 
I  '11  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thv  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

Heginbotham.      38.     cm.  Salem. 

Jesus.     1  Pet.  ii.  7. 

1  BLESS'p  Jesus  !  when  my  soaring  thouehts 

O  er  all  thy  graces  rove, 
How  IS  my  soul  with  transport  lost 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love  ! 

2  Where'er  I  look,  my  wond'ring  eyes 

Unnumbered  blessings  see  • 

But  what  IS  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 

3  Hast  thou  a  rival  in  my  breast  ? 

Search,  Lord,  for  thou  canst  tell 
It  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Ut  please  my  soul  so  well. 

4  No,  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 

My  portion  and  my  joy  ; 
For  ever  let  thy  boundless  grace. 
My  sweetest  thoughts  emplay. 
Tappan.  39.    l.  m.  Windham. 

Gethsemane.     Luke  xxu.  44. 
^  "rj[S  midnight— and  on  Olive's  brow 
Ihe  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone ; 

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CHRIST.  40. 

'Tis  midnight— in  the  garden  now 
The  suff'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight— and  from  all  removed 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears  ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight— and  for  others'  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  hlood  ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight— and  from  ether  plains 

Is  borne"the  song  that  angels  know ; 
Unheard  bv  mortals  are  the  strams 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  wo. 

40.    P.  M.    Prospect  Street. 

The  Atonement. 
SAW  ye  my  Saviour— Saw  ye  my  Saviour, 

Saw  ve'  mv  Saviour  and  God  ? 
O!  he  diedonCalvar\\ 
To  atone  for  you  and  me. 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended— He  was  extended, 

Painfully  nailed  to  the  cross  ; 
Here  he  bowed  his  head  and  died, 
Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 

To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  When  it  was  finished— When  it  was  finished. 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalmed  with  spices  sweet, 

And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

4  Hail  mighty  Sa,viour— Hail  mighty  Saviour, 

Prince,  and  the  Author  of  peace ; 

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41.  CHRIST. 

O  !  he  burst  the  bars  of  death, 
And,  triumphant  from  the  earth. 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

6  There  interceding — There  interceding, 
Pleadin^that  sinners  may  live, 
Crying,  "Father,  I  have  died, 

0  behold  my  hands  and  side, 

O  forgive  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive." 

6  "  I  will  forgive  them — I  will  forgive  them, 

When  they  repent  and  believe. 
Let  them  now  return  to  thee. 
And  be  reconciled  to  me, 

And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 

41.     8.  7.  Auburn. 

1  I  love  the  holy  Son  of  God, 

Who  once  this  vale  of  sorrow  trod, 
Who  bore  my  sins,  a  dreadful  load. 

Up  Calvary's  gloomy  mountain  : 
There  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
The  sport  of  many  an  impious  tongue, 
While  pain  extreme  his  nature  wrung, 

And  flowed  life's  crimson  fountain. 

2  The  sun  would  not  behold  the  scene, 

But  round  him  threw  night's  sable  screen  ; 
Nature  was  robed  in  mourning  mien, 

And  sighed  when  Jesus  suffered. 
But  ah  !  his  persecutors  stood, 
Reviling  Christ  the  Son  of  God, 
Unmoved  to  see  his  gushing  blood, 

And  shocking  insults  offered. 

3  O  !  why  did  not  his  fury  burn. 

And  floods  of  vengeance  on  them  turn  ? 
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CHRIST.  42. 

Amazing  !  see,  his  bowels  yearn 

In  soft  compassion  on  them. 
No  fury  kindles  in  his  eyes, 
They  beam  with  love— and  when  he  dies, 
"  Fa'lher,  forgive,"  the  Sufferer  cries, 

"  They  know  not" — O  forgive  them. 

4  How  ardent  ought  my  love  to  be 

To  Him  who's  done  so  much  for  me; 
My  constant  service,  faithful,  free — 

And  alljny  powers  employing. 
I  should  my  cross  with  pleasure  bear, 
And  place  my  all  of  glorying  there, 
In  his  reproach  most  gladly  share, 

In  tribulation  joying.  \ 

5  And  never  shall  it  be  concealed, 
He  hath  to  me  his  love  revealed, 
Of  all  my  sins  a  pardon  sealed — 

I  feel  his  l)lessed  favor. 
In  him  I  do  and  will  rejoice ; 
111  oraise  him  with  a  cheerful  voice, 
Until  the  theme  my  tongue  employs     • 

In  heaven  above,  forever. 

4^.     F.  M.  Ganges. 

ThT  sufferings  of  Christ. 

1  THROUGHOUT  our  Saviour's  life  we  trace 
Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  disgrace, 

No  period  else  was  seen, 
Till  he  the  spotless  victim  fell, 
Tasting  in  soul  a  painful  hell, 

Caused  by  the  creature's  sin. 

2  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 
My  Jesus  kneel  and  pray  for  me ; 

O  let  me  him  adore ; 
Seized  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
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43. 


CHRIST. 


Blood-drops  did  force  their  passage  out, 
Through  ev'ry  opening  pore. 

3  A  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  bore, 
His  back  their  cruel  lashes  tore ; 

They  made  him  bear  the  tree. 
In  purple  robes  the  Lord  they  dressed, 
Then  hailed  him  king  with  scorn  and  jest, 

And  mocking  bowed  the  knee. 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  slowly  rose, 
Surrounded  by  relentless  foes  ; 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear  ; 
And  can  you  see  the  Son  of  God 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear? 

5  Thus  bearing  our  iniquity, 

He  dies  with  anguish  on  the  tree  ; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell? 
The  shudd'ring  rocks  their  heads  recline, 
The  mornmg  sun  refused  to  shine, 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  Shout,  brethren,  shout  with  songs  divine, 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine. 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst : 
Seraphs,  advance  your  voices  higher, 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  unite  the  choir, 

To  praise  your  precious  Christ. 

S.  F.  Smith.        43.     l.  m.        Gethsemane. 

Getlisemane.     Liike  xxii.  44. 
1  BEYOND  where  Cedron's  waters  flow 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go 

To  sad  Gethsemane  ; 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 
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CHRIST.  44. 

2  He  bows  beneatli  the  sins  of  men — 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above — 
"  My  Father,  can  this  cup  remove  7" 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still, 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
"  Behold  me  here,  thine  only  Son, 
And,  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done." 

4  The  Father  heard — and  angels,  there, 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer. 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain — 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

5  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep. 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We  '11  look,  and  see  the  Saviour  there. 
And  humbly  bow,  like  him,  in  prayer. 

Stennett.  44.    cm.  Howard, 

Crucifixion.    Mat.  xxvii.  54. 

1  YONDER— amazing  sight— I  see 

The  incarnate  Son  of  God, 

Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree, 

And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  the  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head : 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkened  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud ; 

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45.  CHRIST. 

And  with  the  amazed  centurion  cry, 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God." 
4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 
May  well  mv  hope  revive  ; 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

Madan.  45.     7.  Suffield. 

Ascension.    Acts  i.  9. 

1  HAIL,  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
Ravished  from  our  wistful  eyes  ; 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Reascends  his  native  heaven ; 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits  ; 
"  Lift  your  heads  eternal  gates  ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 

2  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own ; 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads ; 
Next  himself  prepares  a  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master,  (may  we  ever  say,) 
Taken  from  "the  Avorld  away, 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see. 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  : 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight. 
High  above  yon  azure  height, — 
Grant  our  souls  may  thither  rise — 
FoU'wingthee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move. 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love :  ♦ 

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46. 


Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come — 
Looking  for  a  happier  home  ; 
There  we  shall  with  thee  remain. 
Partners  of  thy  endless  reign; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see — 
Find  a  heav'n  of  heav'ns  in  thee. 

46.     8.  7.  4.  Calvary. 

•It  is  finished.     John  xix.  30. 

1  HARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy- 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
Shakes  the  earth  and  rends  the  sky  I 

"  It  is  finish'd!"— 
Hear  the  Saviour — dying — cry. 

2  It  is  finished  !— Oh,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  worjls  afford  ! 
Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord : 

It  is  finished  !  — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finished — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finished— all  that  God  had  promised  ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe: 

It  is  finished  !  — 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

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47,  48.  CHRIST. 

Collier.  47.     c.  m.  Dedham. 

Consolation.     Luke  xxiv.  50,  51. 

1  IT  is  the  voice  of  love  divine 

That  strikes  the  lisfning  ear, 
That  soothes  his  mourning  follower's  gnrief, 
And  wipes  the  falling  tear  : 

2  "  Because  I  leave  this  world" — he  cries, 

"  Your  weeping  eyes  o'erflow; 
But  though  I  seek  my  native  skies, 
My  heart  remains  below." 

3  "  My  Spirit  shall  descend,  and  rest 

Upon  each  faithful  head, 
Till  f,  your  Lord,  return  to  call 
My  servants  from  the  dead." 

4  He  said — and  lifting  up  his  hands, 

Pronounced  his  partmg  prayer ; 

When  lo,  a  briglft  descending  cloud 

Convej'ed  him  through  the  air. 

5  With  solemn  awe  his  followers  view'd 

The  splendor  of  the  scene, 
While  the  unfolding  gates  of  light 
Received  the  Saviour  in. 

6  Burning  with  holy  zeal,  they  spread, 

Through  distant  lands,  his  word  ; 
And  we,  like  them,  with  faith  and  joy 
Expect  our  risen  Lord. 

48.     8.  7.       Worthington. 
Priest. 
1  GREAT  High  Priest,  we  view  thee  stooping, 
With  our  names  upon  thy  breast ; 
In  the  garden  groaning,  drooping, 
To  the  ground  with  sorrow  pressed. 
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49. 


2  Weeping  angels  stood  confounded, 

To  behold  their  Maker  thus  ; 
And  can  we  remain  unwounded, 
When  we  know  'twas  all  for  us  ? 

3  On  the  cross  thy  body  broken 

Cancels  every  penal  tie  ; 
Tempted  souls  produce  this  token, 
All  demands  to  satisfy. 

4  All  is  finished,  do  not  doubt  it. 

But  believe  your  dying  Lord  ; 
Never  cavil  more  about  it, 
-F'  Only  take  him  at  his  word. 

5  Lord,  we  fain  would  trust  thee  solely, 

'Twas  for  us  thy  blood  was  spilt; 
Gracious  Saviour,  take  us  wholly. 
Take  and  make  us  what  thou  wilt. 

Burder.  49.     8.7.  Wilmot. 

Christ  exalted. 

1  JESUS,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee. 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 

2  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading — 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare ; 
Thou  for  us  art  interceding, 
Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

3  Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing. 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 

4  Help,  ye  bright,  angelic  spirits  ! 

Bring  your  loudest,  noblest  lavs  ; 

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60,  51.  CHRIST. 

Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 
Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

Steele.  50.     l.  m.  Wells. 

Advocate.     1  John  ii.  1. 

1  Where  is  my  God  ? — does  he  retire 

Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  ? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 
The  glorious  advocate  on  high, 

With  precious  incense  in  his  hands ! 

3  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan, 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer; 
The  softest  call  before  his  throne 
May  rise  and  find  acceptance  there. 

4  Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord, 

With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word. 
My  Father,  God,  with  joy  divine. 

Medley.  51.     l.  m.  Rothwell. 

Living  Redeemer.    Job  xix.  25. 

1  I  know  that  my  Redeem.er  lives — 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
He  lives — he  lives !  who  once  was  dead. 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  head ! 

2  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above  ; 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

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CHRIST.  52. 

3  He  lives  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  Jives  to'bring  me  safely  there/ 

4  He  lives !— all  glory  to  his  name  ! 
He  lives,  my  Saviour  still  the  same ; 
How  great  the  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
"  I  know  that  niy  Redeemer  lives  !" 

Stennett.  53.     h.  m.  Darwells. 

1  COME,  ev'ry  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name. 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame  : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown. 

And  laid  liis  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died; 
What  he  endured,  oh,  who  can  tell  ? 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose. 

The  mansion  of  the  dead; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led ; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour,  God. 

4  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love ; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve : 
Our  hearts — our  all  to  thee  we  give  : 
The  gift,  though  small, do  thou  receive. 

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53. 


CHRIST. 


Brewer.  53.     l.  m.  Uxbridge. 

Hiding  place.     Isa.  xxxii.  ii. 

1  HAIL,  sov'reign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high ; 
Despised  the  offers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3  Enwrapped  in  dark  Egj-ptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  niore  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race. 

Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  thus  the  eternal  counsel  ran  : 

"  Almighty  love  !  arrest  the  man  ;"— 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place, 

5  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  view ; 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew; 

But  justice  cried  with  frowning  face, 
"  This  mountain  is  ho  hiding  place." 

6  But  lo !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard— 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appeared  ; 
Who  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding  place. 

7  On  him  almighty  vengeance  fell, 
Which  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell; 
He  bore  it  for  his  chosen  race, 

And  now  he  is  my  hiding  place. 
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CHRIST.  54,  55. 

Newton.  54.     CM.  Liverpool. 

1  HE  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now  seated  on  the  eternal  throne. 
The  God  of  glory  reigns. 

2  His  righteousness  to  faith  revealed, 

Wrought  out  for  guilty  worms, 
Affords  a  hiding  place,  and  shield. 
From  enemies  and  storms. 

3  When  troifbles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 
To  this  high  rock  his  people  run, 
And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 

4  How  glorious  He  !— how  happy  they  ! 

In  such  a  glorious  Friend  ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

Hill.  55.     7.  6.         Amsterdam. 

Christ  our  all. 

1  VAIN  delusive  world  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature  good. 

Only  Jesus  I'll  pursue, 
W'ho  bought  me  with  his  blood; 

All  thy  pleasure  I'll  forego, 
I'll  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  ; 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
'Tis  all  but  vanity : 

Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain. 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
He  to  save  from  endless  avo. 

The  sin  atoning  victim  died, 

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56.  CHRIST. 

Onljf  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  ci-ucified  ! 

3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace,  f 

And  pleasure  without  end, 
This  is  all  my  happiness. 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Dailjr  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  love  abide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

4  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  ; 
Show  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth «f  Jesus'  love; 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

This  blood  alone  by  faith  applied  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

56.    8.  7.  Valley.' 

The  good  Shepherd.     John  x.  11. 

1  LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 

Come  and  bid  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
Come,  O  come  and  reign  forever, 

God  of  love  fuid  Prince  of  peace! 
Visit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 

See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep ; 
Da)'  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  tliy  sheep. 

2  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit — 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  A'outh  : 
Guide  us.  Lord,  by  thv  e:ood  Spirit, 

That  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth; 
On  the  gospel  word  we'll  venture. 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep; 
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CHRIST.  57. 

Love's  our  bond,  and  Christ  our  centre- 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us, 

Persecution  we'll  not  fear  : 
Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 

While  our  loving  Shepherd's  near; 
Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap; 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us. 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

4  Hear  the  Prince  of  your  salvation, 

Sayhi?,  "  Fear  not,  little  flock, 
•  I  myself  am  your  foundation. 

Ye  are  built  upon  this  rock  : 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 

Lest  you  sink  into  the  deep  ; 
Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holj*, 

I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep." 

^non.  57.    8.7.  GreenviUe. 

Christ  dwelling  in  his  People. 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling! 

'Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  : 
Fix  in  us  thv  humble  dwelling. 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  : 
Jesus  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation. 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart ! 

2  Come  !  almighty  to  deliver. 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ! 
Suddenly  return— and  never. 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave  ! 

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^>  59.  CHRIST. 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above ; 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 

09,     8.  7.     Sicilian  Hymi 
Great  Redeemer. 

1  G^EAT  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners, 

Thou  hast  wondrous  power  to  save  • 
Grant  me  grace,  and  still  protect  me,  ' 
Over  life's  tempestuous  wave. 

2  May  my  soul,  with  sacred  transport. 

View  the  dawn  while  yet  afar ; 
And  until  the  sun  arises, 
Lead  me  by  the  morning  star. 

3  O,  what  madness  !  O,  what  folly ! 

That  my  heart  should  go  astray 
After  vain  and  foolish  trifles : 
Trifles  only  of  a  day. 

4  This  vain  world,  with  all  its  pleasures, 

Very  soon  will  be  no  more  ; 

There's  no  object  worth  admiring. 

But  the  God  whom  we  adore. 

5  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting, 

On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream  • 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating,       ' 
Jesus,  Jesus,  is  their  theme. 

Newton.  59.    8.  7.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

The  best  of  Friends.     Prov.  xviii.  2-i. 
1  One  there  is  above  all  others. 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  friend; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  : 
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60. 


They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love  ! 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  save  us, 

Reconciled  in  him  to  God  ; 
It  was  boundless  love  to  bleed ; 
Jesus  is  a  friend  indeed. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

"  Friend.of  sinners  "  was  his  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same  ; 
Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends,. 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  O,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often, 

What  a  friend  we  have  above ; 
When  to  heaven  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 

60.     5.  11.        Middletown. 
Gratitude. 

1  ALL  glory  and  praise 
To  the  ancient  of  days, 

Who  was  born  and  slain  to  redeem  a  lost  race. 

2  Salvation  to  God , 
Who  carried  our  load, 

And  purchas'd  our  lives  with  the  price  of  his  blood. 

3  And  shall  he  not  have 
The  lives  which  he  gave 

Such  infinite  ransom  for  ever  to  save  ? 

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61.  CHRIST. 

4  Yes,  Lord  we  are  thine, 
And  gladly  resign 

Our  souls  "to  be  fill'd  with  the  fullness  divine. 

5  How,  when  shall  it  be, 
We  cannot  foresee, 

But,  O,  let  us  live,  let  us  die  unto  thee. 

UticaCol.  61.     8.7.       Worlhington 

Light.     Isa.Xviii.  2. 

1  LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thy  love's  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 

Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 

4  Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

Thou  hast  for  the  ransom'd  race  ; 

Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel  grace. 

5  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince ! 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins. 

6  By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit, 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

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CHRIST.  62,  63. 

Dobell.  6S.     L.  M.  Hebron. 

Christ  the  Way.     Jer.  vi.  16. 

1  INaUIRING  souls,  who  loog  to  find 
Pardon  of  sin,  and  peace  of  mind  ; 
Attend  the  voice  of  God  to-day, 
Who  bids  you  seek  the  good  old  way. 

2  The  righteousness,  th'  atoning  blood 
Of  Jesus,  is  the  way  to  God  ; 

O  may  you  then  no 'longer  stray, 

But  walk  in  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 

3  The  prophets,  and  th'  apostles  too, 
Pursu'd  this  way,  while  here  below ; 
Then  let  not  fear  your  souls  dismay, 
But  come  to  Christ,  the  good  old  way. 

4  With  cautious  zeal  and  holy  care, 
In  this  dear  way  I'll  persevere  ; 
Nor  doubt  to  meet  another  day, 
Where  Jesus  is,  the  good  old  way. 

Steele.  03.    cm.       Brattle  Street. 

Pearl  of  great  Price.    Mat.  xiii.  46. 

1  YE  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  ; 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  specious  baits  of  sense  ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense ! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 
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64.  CHRIST. 

4  Should  both  the  Indies  at  my  call 

Their  boasted  stores  resign  ; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  think  myselfmost  bless'd. 

6  Dear  Sov'reign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 

H.  K.  \Vhite.      64-     l.  m.  Eaton. 

The  star  of  Bethlehem.     Mat.  ii.  10. 

1  WHEN  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain. 

The  glittering  hosts  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  that  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye  : 
Hark  !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  ev'ry  host,  from  ev'ry  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks  ; 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode  ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  vawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose  ; 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
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CHRIST.  65,  66. 

And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Newton.  65?.     8.  Spring. 

Mat.  xxi.  42.    John  xx.  23. 

1  "  WHAT  think  ye  of  Christ  ?"  is  the  test, 

To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme  ; 
You  cannot  be' right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him  ; 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view. 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be — 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most : 
Sure  these  have  no  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost ; 
So  guilty — so  helpless  am  I, 

I  could  not  confide  in  his  word, 
Unless  I  could  make  the  reply, 

That  Christ  is  "  My  Lord  and  my  God." 

Duncan.  66.    c.  m.  Coronation. 

Coronation.     Song  iii.  11. 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  .Tesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 

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67.  CHRIST. 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  hj-  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 

6  O  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  hini — Lord  of  all. 

Bedome.  OT.     s.  m.  Olmutz 

Compassion  of  Christ.     Luke  xix.  41. 
1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  !  / 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

9  The  Son  of  God  in  tears. 
Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul. 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep— 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 
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CHRIST.  68,  69. 

3Iontgoniery.         G8.     7.  Turin. 

Lsaming  of  Christ.     Mat.  xi.  29. 

1  GO  to  dark  Gelhsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment  hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraign'd ; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

O  the  pangs  his  soul  sustain'd  ! 
Shun  not  suifering,  shame,  or  loss  ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There  adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  sublime, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  : 
"  It  is  finish'd,"  hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay  ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom, 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  ris'n  ;  he  meets  our  eyes  ! 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

Newtoa.  69.     7.  6.        Miss.  Hymn, 

Physician.     Jer.  viii.  22. 
1  HOW  lost  was  my  condition. 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul ! 

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70.  CHRIST. 

The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compared  with  sia  ; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within. 

2  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain — 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

3  At  length  this  great  Physician — 

How  matchless  is  his  grace  ! 
Accepted  my  petition. 

And  undertook  my  case — 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me. 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

4  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us. 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death — 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only,  look—and  live. 

Steele.  TO.     l.  m.         Rockingham. 

Christ's  dying  Love.     2  Cor.  v.  14,  15. 
1  SEE,  Lord,  thy  willing  subjects  bow. 
Adoring  low  belore  thy  throne  ; 
Accept  our  humble,  cheerful  vow; 
Thou  art  our  sov'reign,  thou  alone. 
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CHRIST.  71. 

2  Beneath  thy  soul-reviving  ray, 

E'en  cold  affliction's  wintry  gloom 
Shall  brighten  into  vernal  day, 
And  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom. 

3  Smile  on  our  souls,  and  bid  us  sing, 

In  concert  with  the  choir  above, 
The  glories  of  our  Saviour  King, 
The  condescensions  of  his  love. 

4  He  died,  to  raise  to  life  and  joy 

The  vile,  the  guilty,  and  undone ; 
O  !  let  his  praise  each  hour  employ, 
Till  hours  no  more  their  circles  run ! 

5  He  died  ! — ye  seraphs,  tune  your  songs  ! 

Resound  the  Saviour's  sacred  name ; 
For  nought  below  immortal  tongues 
Can  ever  reach  the  wond'rous  theme. 

Humphry's  Col.  71.,     cm.  Ludlow. 

All  in  All.     Col.  iii.  11. 

1  CHRIST  as  our  great  physician  heals 

Our  maladies  within ; 
Relieves  the  pangs  the  conscience  feels 
From  recollected  sin. 

2  He  sees  our  many  pressing  wants 

With  a  propitious  eye  ; 
And  from  his  own  abundance  grants 
A  free  and  rich  supply. 

3  He  sympathizes  with  our  grief, 

He  lends  a  gracious  ear 
To  all  our  groans  ; — and  gives  relief, 
Whate'er  we  feel  or  fear. 

4  My  soul  with  sacred  rapture  saith, 

"(When  Jesus  is  in  view.) 

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72.  CHRIST. 

This  is  the  object  of  my  faith, 
And  this  its  author  too. 

6  Angels  his  name  with  joy  confess, 
And  low  before  him  fall ; 
Then  what  can  sinners  here  do  less 
Than  own  him  All  in  All. 

Medley.  72,    l.  m.       Old  Hundred. 

The  Breaker.    Mic.  ii.  13. 

1  SING  the  dear  Saviour's  glorious  fame, 
Who  bears  the  Breaker's  Avondrous  name ; 
Sweet  name !  and  it  becomes  him  well, 
Who  breaks  down  sin,  guilt,  death,  and  hell. 

2  A  mighty  Breaker  sure  is  he  ; 

He  broke  my  chains  and  set  me  free ; 

A  gracious  Breaker  to  my  soul ; 

He  breaks,  and  O,  he  makes  me  whole ! 

3  He  breaks  through  ev'rj-  gloomy  cloud, 
Which  can  my  soul  with  darkness  shroud  ! 
He  breaks  the  bars  of  ev'ry  snare. 
Which  hellish  foes  for  me  prepare. 

4  He  breaks  the  gates  of  harden'd  brass. 
To  bring  his  faithful  words  to  pass  ; 
And  though  with  pondrous  iron  barr'd. 
The  Breaker's  love  they  can't  retard. 

6  Great  Breaker  !  O,  thy  love  impart 
Daily,  to  break  my  stony  heart ; 
O,  break  it,  Lord,  and  enter  in, 
And  break,  O  break  the  pow'r  of  sin. 


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CHRIST.  73,  74. 

Hoskins.  73.     s.  m.  Boylston. 

Bread  of  Life.     John  vi.  35,  48,  51. 

1  BEHOLD  the  gift  of  Goi! 

Sinners,  adore  his  name, 
Who  st\e:l  for  u-;  his  precious  blood, 
Who  bore  our  curse  and  shame. 

2  Behold  the  living  bread, 

JVhich  Jesus  came  to  give, 

By  dying  in  the  sinner's  stead, 

That  he  might  ever  live. 

3  Behold  the  Saviour's  love, 

Who  gives  his  flesh  to  eat ; 
Never  did  an?els  taste  abov6 
Provisions  naif  so  sweet. 

4  The  Lord  delights  to  give  ; 

He  knows  you've  nought  to  buy  ; 
To  Jesus  haste  ; — this  bread  receive, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

Medley.  74.    l.  m.  Effingham. 

Comforter.    John  xiv,  18. 

1  COME,  ye  who  know  the  Saviour's  love. 
And  his  induige.it  mercies  prove  ; 

In  cheerful  songs  his  praise  express, 
For  he'll  not  leave  you  comfortless. 

2  He  ever  acts  the  Saviour's  part, 
With  strong  compassions  in  his  heart ; 
The  least  and  weakest  saint  he'll  bless, 
Nor  will  he  leave  him  comfortless. 

3  His  wisdom,  goodness,  pow'r,  and  care, 
They  largely,  sweetly,  daily  share  ; 
He  will  their  ev'ry  fear  suppress. 

Nor  will  he  leave  them  comfortless. 

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75. 


4  While  thev  are  sojourners  below. 
And.  travel  through  this  world  of  woe, 
In  storms  and  floods  of  deep  distress, 
He  will  not  leave  them  comfortless. 

5  So  when  they  pass  death's  gloomy  vale, 
And  flesh  and  mortal  powers  fail, 
Their  dying  lips  shall  then  confess 

He  does  not  leave  them  comfortless. 

6  Thanks  to  thy  name,  our  dearest  Lord, 
For  ev'ry  promise  in  thy  word  ; 

But,  O,  with  this  our  hearts  impress, 
"  I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless." 

B— .  75,     L.  M.  Ward. 

Friend  of  Sinners.     Luke  vii.  34. 

1  JESUS,  th' incarnate  God  of  love, 
Rules  all  the  shining  worlds  above  ; 

And.  though  his  name  the  heav'ns  transcend, 
Yet  he  is  still  the  sinner's  friend. 

2  Behold,  the  condescending  God 
Awhile  forsakes  his  bright  abode ; 
Down  to  our  world  see  him  descend, 
And  groan  and  die  the  sinner's  friend. 

3  When  the  appointed  hour  was  come. 
He  burst  the  barriers  of  the  tomb  ; 
Then  to  the  skies  he  did  ascend. 
Where  still  he  lives  the  signer's  friend. 

4  Ye  mourning  souls  to  Jesus  come. 
Cast  ofl' despair,  there  yet  is  room  ; 

To  his  dear  hands  your  cause  commend, 
He  only  is  the  sinner's  friend. 


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CHRIST.  76,  77. 

Hill's  Col.  76.     6.  4.     Italian  Hymn. 

Worthy  the  Lamb.    Rev.  v.  12. 

1  GLORY  to  God  on  high, 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  reply, 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
Angels  his  love  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore. 
And  saints  sing,  evermore, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

2  Ye,  who  surround  the  throne, 
Cheerfully  join  in  one. 

Praising  his  name  ! 
Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad ; 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

3  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name ! 
Still  will  we  tribute  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

Dobell.  77.     s.  31.  Seir. 

Rose  of  Sharon.     Song  ii.  1, 

1  IN  Sharon's  lovely  Rose 

Immortal  beauties  shine  ; 
Its  sweet,  refreshing  fragrance  shows 
Its  origin  divine. 

2  How  blooming  and  how  fair  !^ 

O  may  my  happy  breast 
This  lovely  Rose  for  ever  wear, 
And  be  supremely  blest ! 

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78,  79.  CHRIST. 

Noel.  78.     CM.  Arlington. 

Grateful  Remembrance  of  Christ. 

1  IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh, — 

2  Oh  !  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
And  save  from  death  and  wo ! 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  he  survey'd 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  display'd — 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

4  Remember  thee  ! — thy  death,  thy  shame — 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
0  memory  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there  ! 

Henry.  #0.     c.  m.  Ascension. 

1  BEYOND  the  glitfrin?  starry  sky, 

Far  as  the  eternal  hills, 
There,  in  the  boundless  realms  of  light, 
Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Immortal  angels,  bright  and  fair, 

In  countless  numbers  shine  : 
At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 

To  bear  him  to  his  throne  ; 
Clapp'd  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried, 
"  The  ,s(Jorious  icork  is  done." 

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THE    HOLY    SPIRIT.  80,  81. 

THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


Montgomery.        80.     s.  m.  Shirland. 

The  indwelling  influences  of  the  H0I7  Spirit. 

1  'TIS  God  the  Spirit  leads 

In  paths  before  unknowTi ; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  Supported  by  his  grace, 

We  still  pursue  our  way  ; 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach'the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 

'Tis  he  that  works  to  do : 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  "too. 

Pratt's  Col.         81.    H.  M.  Haddam. 

God  hearing  Prayer.     Ps.  Ixv.  2. 

1  O  THOU  that  hearest  prayer  ! 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  ; 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word, 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

The"ir  children's  wants  supply ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  cnildren  pray. 
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82,  83.  THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  thou— 
'We — children  of  thy  grace — 
Oh  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place  ; 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

Newton.  83,    l.  m.  Hamburg. 

Prayer  to  God  the  Spirit. 

1  O  THOU,  at  whose  almighty  word 

The  glorious  light  from  darkness  sprung ! 
Thy  quick'ning  influence  alford, 

And  clothe  with  pow'r  the  preacher's  tongue. 

2  'Tis  thine  to  teach  him  how  to  speak, 

'Tis  thine  to  give  the  hearing  ear; 

'Tis  thine  the  stubborn  heart  to  break, 

And  make  the  careless  sinner  fear. 

3  'Tis  also  thine,  almighty  Lord, 

To  cheer  the  poor  des'ponding  heart ; 

0  speak  the  soul-reviving  word, 
And  bid  the  mourner's  fears  depart. 

4  Thus  while  we  in  the  means  are  found, 

We  still  on  thee  alone  depend. 

To  make  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Eflectual  to  the  promis'd  end. 

Brown.  83.     l.  m.  Uxbridge. 

Guidance  of  the  Spirit,    Rora.  viii.  14. 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above. 

Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide. 
O'er  ev'ry  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  ev'ry  sin  and  hurtful  snare ; 

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THE    HOLY    SPIRIT.  84,  85. 

Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 
And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd  ; 
Lead  us  to  heav'n  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

Burder's  Col.  84.     7.  Nuremburg. 

1  COME,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 
Enter  each  devoted  breast ; 
Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire. 
Kindle  there  the  gospel  fire. 

2  Bid  our  sin  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  heavenly  peace  : 
Joy  divine  we  then  shall  prove, 
Light  of  truth — and  fire  of  love. 

"Watts.  85.     c.  M.  Cambridge. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  COME,Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below. 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 

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86.  THE    HOLY    SPIRIT.  I 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies.  1 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  djnng  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick 'ning  powers  : 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Hart.  86,    s.  M.  Shirland. 

Invocation  to  the  Spirit.     John  xiv.  26. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds — 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  all  of  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood ; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart — 

To  sanctify  the  soul — 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  ev'ry  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith  ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 
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THE    HOLY    SPIRIT.  87,  88. 

Pratt's  Col.  87.     s.  m.         St.  ThomaS: 

Invocation  to  the  Spirit.    John  xiv.  26. 

1  BLEST  Comforter  divine  ! 

Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw,  with  thy  still  small  voice, 

Us  from  each  sinful  way ; 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath 

Make  ev'ry  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh,  fill  thou  ev'ry  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race  ! 
Great  Comforter  !  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

Burder's  Col.        88.    8.  7.  Douglass. 

To  the  blessed  Spirit. 

1  HOLY  GHOST,  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night ; 
Come,  thou  source  of  sweetest  gladness, 

Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light ! 
Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace, 
Great  distributer  of  grace, 

Rest  upon  this  congregation  ! 

Hear,  O  hear  our  supplication. 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure, 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 
Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send. 
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89.  THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

O  thou  glory,  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Grant  us  thy  illumination  ! 

Rest  upon  this  congregation. 

3  Come,  thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore  ; 
Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more : 
Come,  with  unction  and  v,'ith  power, 
On  our  souls  thy  graces  shower  ; 

Author  of  the  new  creation, 

Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation. 

Scott.  80.     L.  M.  Windham, 

The  return  of  the  Spirit  implored.     Eph.  iv.  30. 
1  FOR  ever  shall  my  fainting  soul, 


O  God,  thy  just  displeasure  mourn 
!d  Spirit  long  withdraw 
no  more  to  me  return  ? 


Thy  grieved  Spirit  long  withdrawn, 
Will  he 


2  Once  I  enjoy'd,  (O  happy  time,) 

The  heart-felt  visits  of  his  grace  ; 
Nor  can  a  thousand  varying  scenes 
The  sweet  remembrance  quite  efface ! 

3  Beneath  his  warming,  quick'ning  beams 

This  icy  rock  dissolv'd  away ; 
New  life  diffus'd  through  all  my  pow'rs, 
And  darkness  yielded  to  the  day. 

4  Great  source  of  light  and  peace,  return, 

Nor  let  me  mourn  and  sigh  in  vain ; 
Come,  repossess  this  longing  heart, 
With  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 
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THE    HOLY    SPIRIT.  90,  91. 

Barder's  Col.       00.     l.  m.  Hebron. 

Preparation  for  Worship. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  each  mind, 

And  fit  us  to  approach  our  God  ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  us  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  our  souls 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
Oh  !  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame ; 
Make  us  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  Still  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  us  now  our  Saviour  see  ; 
O !  soothe  and  cheer  each  burden'd  heart, 
And  bid  our  spirits  rest  in  thee. 

Wesley.  01,    l.  m.  Hamburg. 

Take  not  thy  Holy  Spirit,  &c.    Ps.  ii.  11. 

1  STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite. 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight : 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy' goodness  griev'd: 

3  Yet  Oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  If  3'^et  thou  canst  my  sins  forgive, 

E'en  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes; 
Into  thy  rest  of  love  receive, 
And  bless  me  with  the  calm  repose. 
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92.  SINNERS    WARNED. 

5  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 

And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand  ! 
Guide  me  in  thy  perfect  peace, 

And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 


SINNERS  WARNED. 


92.     11.5.        Bunker  Hill. 

The  Voice  of  Warning. 

1  AH,  guilty  sinner,  ruin'd  by  transgression, 
What  shall  thy  doom  be,  when,  array'd  in  terror, 
Grod  shall  command  thee,  cover'd  with  pollution^ 

Up  to  the  judgment  7 

2  Wilt  thou  escape  from  his  omniscient  noticej 
Fly  to  the  caverns,  court  annihilation  ? 

Vain  thy  presumption,  justice  still  shall  triumph, 
In  thy  destruction. 

3  Stop,  thoughtless  sinner,  stop  awhile  and  ponder, 
Ere  death  arrest  thee,  and  the  Judge  in  vengeance 
Hurl  from  his  presence  thine  affrighted  spirit, 

Swift  to  perdition. 

4  Oft  has  he  call'd  thee,  but  thou  wouldst  not  hear 

him, 
Mercies  and  judgments  have  alike  been  slighted ; 
Yet  he  is  gracious,  and  with  arms  unfolded 
Waits  to  embrace  thee. 

5  Come,  then,  poor  sinner,  come  away  this  moment, 
Just  as  you  are,  come,  filthy  and  polluted. 
Come  to  the  fountain  open  for  uncleanness  ; 

Jesus  invites  you. 
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SINNERS    WARNED.  93,  94. 

6  Oh!  guilty  sinner,  hear  the  voice  of  warning; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  and  embrace  his  pardon, 
So  shall  your  spirit  meet  with  joy  triumphant, 
Death  and  the  judgment ! 

Pres  Davies.        03.     l.  m.      Old  Hundred. 

The  Wreck  of  Nature.     Isa.  xxiv.  18—20. 

1  HOW  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 
Who  sltakes  creation  with  his  nod ! 

He  frowns — earth,  sea,  all  nature's  frame 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame. 

2  Where  now,  oh,  where  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck  ! 

Shall  fallinsr  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown? 
See  rocks,  like  snow  dissolving  down. 

3  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry  ; 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie  ; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
For  ever — oh,  for  ever  lost !  ' 

4  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
With  calmness  view  the  dreadful  scene  ; 
Their  Saviour  lives,  the  worlds  expire  ; 

And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire.  ^ 

5  Jesus,  the  helpless  creature's  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend  ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul 
When  lightnings  bla:ie  from  pole  to  pole. 

Doddridge.  04.     s.  m.  Aylesbury. 

Preparation  for  the  Judg-meni.     Rev.  xx.  11. 
I  HOW  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heav'n, "before  the  Judge, 
Astonish'd  shrink  away  ! 

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95.  SINNERS    WARNED. 

2  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead  ; 
Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

3  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

And'  the  last  awl'ul  day  shall  pour 

His  blessings  on  your  head, 

Epis.  Col.  Oo,     7.  Nuremburg. 

Danger  of  Delay.     Gen.  xix.  22. 

1  HASTE,  O  sinner — now  be  wise ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is'it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste — and  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thv  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner— now  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  sliould  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Haste,  O  sinner — now  be  blest, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 
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SINNERS    WARNED.  96. 

Newton.  OG.     s.  m.  Olrautz. 

Few  saved.     Luke  xiii.  23,  24. 

1  DESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road 

What  multitudes  pursue ! 
While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

2  Believers  find  the  way- 

Through  Christ  the  living  gate  ; 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

3  If  self  must  be  deny'd, 

And  sin  no  more  caress'd, 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide, 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 

4  Encompass'd  by  a  throng, 

On  numbers  they  depend  ; 
They  say,  so  many  can't  be  wrong, 
And  miss  a  happy  end. 

5  But  hear  the  Saviour's  word, 

"  Strive  for  the  heav'nly  gale, 
Many  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
And  find  their  cries  too  late." 

6  Obey  the  gospel  call, 

And  enter  Avhile  30U  may ; 
The  flock  of  Christ"  is  always  small, 
And  none  are  safe  but  they. 

7  Lord,  open  sinners'  eyes, 

Their  awful  state  to  see  ; 
And  make  them,  ere  the  storm  arise, 
To  thee  for  safety  flee. 

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97,  98.  SINNERS    WARNED. 

Dobell.  97.     c.  M.  Albany. 

The  Broad  and  Narrow  Way,     Mat.  vii   13  14 

1  SINNERS,  behold  that  downward  road 

Which  leads  to  endless  wo ; 
What  multitudes  of  thoughtless  souls 
The  road  to  ruin  go  ! 

2  But  yonder  see  that  narrow  way 

Which  leads  to  endless  bliss ; 
There  see  a  happy  chosen  few, 
Redeem'd  by  sovereign  grace. 

3  They  from  destruction's  city  came, 

To  Zion  upward  tend  ; 
The  Bible  is  their  precious  guide. 
And  God  himself  their  friend. 

4  Lord,  I  would  now  a  pilgrim  be — 

Guide  thou  mv  feet  ari?ht ; 
I  would  not  for  ten  thousand  worlds 
Be  banish'd  from  thy  sight. 

tVatts.  98.     CM.  Howard. 

The  Scoffer. 

1  ALL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 

And  say  there  is  no  hell ; 
The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2  When  iron  slumbers  bind  vour  flesh, 

With  strange  surprise  vbu'll  find 
Immortal  vigor  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind  !    ' 

3  Then  vou'll  confess,  the  frightful  names 

Of  plasrues  vou  scorn 'd  before, 
No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 
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SINNERS    WARNED.        99,   100. 

4  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day, 
With  flames  upon  your  tongues, 
When  you  exchang'd  your  souls  away 
For  vanity  and  songs. 

99.     s.  M.  Little  Marlboro'. 
Escape  for  thy  Life.     Gen.  xix.  17. 

1  SEE  Sodom  wrapt  in  fire  ! 

And  hark,  what  piercing  shrieks  ! 
Those  daring  rebels  now  expire, 
For  Grod  in  justice  speaks. 

2  O  sinner,  mark  thy  fate ! 

Soon  will  the  Judge  appear  ; 
And  then  thy  cries  will  come  too  late ; 
Too  late  for  God  to  hear. 

3  The  day  of  mercy  gone, 

The  Spirit  griev'd  away, 
The  cup,  long  filling,  now  o'erflown, 
Demands  the  vengeful  day. 

4  Thy  God,  insulted,  seems 

To  draw  his  glitt'ring  sword  ; 
And  o'er  thy  guilty  head  it  gleams, 
To  vindicate  his  word. 

5  One  only  hope  I  see  ; 

O,  sinner,  seize  it  now, 
The  blood  that  Jesus  shed  for  thee  ! 
No  other  hope  hast  thou. 

Newton.  100.    l.  m.  Eaton. 

The  Fig-tree.     Mark  xi.  20. 
1  ONE  awful  word  which  Jesus  spoke 
Against  the  tree  that  bore  no  fruit. 
More  dreadful  than  the  lightning's  stroke, 
Blasted  and  dry'd  it  to  the  root. 

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101. 


SINNERS    WARNED. 


2  How  man^f  who  the  gospel  hear, 

Whom  fealan  blinds,  and  sin  deceives, 
May  with  this  wither'd  tree  compare  ?— 
They  yield  no  fruits,  hut  only  leaves. 

3  Knowledge,  and  zeal,  and  ?ifts,  and  talk, 

Unless  combin'd  with  faith  and  love, 
And  witness 'd  by  a  gospel  walk, 
Will  not  a  true  profession  prove. 

4  Without  such  fruit  as  God  expects. 

Knowledge  will  make  our  state  the  worse ; 
Ihe  Iruitless  sinners  he  rejects. 
And  soon  will  blast  them  with  his  curse. 

Doddridge.         101,     l.  m.  Bellville 

The  sinner  Weighed  and  found  Wanting.     Dan.  v.  27. 

1  RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eve  — 
behold  God's  balance  lifted  high ! 

There  shall  his  justice  be  display'd, 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weigh'd. 

2  See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law ; 

Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw  : 

Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain  ! 

Thy  works  how  light !  thy  thoughts  how  vain ! 

3  Behold,  the  hand  of  God  appears 
To  trace  in  dreadful  characters, 

''  Sinner— thv  soul  is  wanting  found. 

And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground." 

4  Let  sudden  fear  thv  nerves  unbrace  • 
Let  horror  change  thy  guilty  face  ;    ' 
Through  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roil, 
Till  deep  repentance  melf-thy  soul. 

5  One  only  liope  may  vet  prevail ; 
Christ  hath  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale  • 

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SINNERS   WARNED.     102,  103. 

Still  doth  the  gospel  publish  peace, 
And  show  a  Saviour's  righteousness. 

6  Great  God,  exert  thy  power  to  save: 
Deep  on  the  heart  these  truths  engrave  ; 
The  pondrous  load  of  guilt  remove 
That  trembling  lips  may  smg  thy  love. 

Newton.  lOS.     cm.  Balerma 

The  Rich  Worldling.    Luke  xu.  16—21. 

1  "  MY  barns  are  full,  my  stores  increase ; 

And  no\^U"or  many  years, 
Soul,  eat  and  drink,  and  take  thine  ease, 
Secure  from  wants  and  fears.' 

2  Thus,  while  a  worldling  boasted  once, 

As  many  now  presume, 
He  heard  the  Lord  himself  pronounce 
His  sudden,  awful  doom  : 

3  «  This  night,  vain  fool,  thy  soul  must  pass 

Into  a  world  unknown  ; 
And  who  shall  then  the  stores  possess 
Which  thou  hast  call'd  thine  own  .' 

4  Thus  blinded  mortals  fondly  scheme 

For  happiness  below ; 
Till  death  destroys  the  pleasing  dream, 
And  they  awake  to  wo. 

Doddridge.  103.     CM.  Marlow. 

Repentance.     Acts  xvii.  30. 
1  REPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries. 

Nor  longer  dare  delay  :  ,  .     i-  „ 

The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

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104.  SINNERS    WARNED. 

2  No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  o"f  men  ; 
His  heralds  are  despatch'd  abroad. 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess : 
Accept  the  offer'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar  ; 

I  ^/^^^'  ^""^'^^  ^^'  appointed  bound, 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Uur  hearts,  subdu'd  by  goodness,  fall. 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

Newton.  104.     7.6.  Richmond. 

The  Alarm. 
1  STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
/^elore  you  further  go  : 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  wo  ? 

Be  entreated  now  to  stop  f 

Unless  you  warning-  take, 
Ere  you're  aicare,  you'll  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come. 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 

3  All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd 

Of  bloody  crimson  die.  ' 

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SINNERS    WARNED. 


105. 


Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 
And  what  can.  you  reply  7 

4  Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  judgment  is  proclaim'd. 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away. 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  1 

5  Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Who  now  despise  his  grace, 

"Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

6  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope. 

That  you  may  mercy  know ; 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 
He  still  forbears  the  blow. 

7  'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died  ; 

Sinners  he  calls  to  come ; 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 
He  says,  "  There  yet  is  room." 

Epis.  Col.  100.     7.  Norwich. 

Sinners  urged  to  accept  salvation.    Ezek.  xxxiii.  11. 

1  SINNERS !  turn ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  : 
God,  who  did  your  being  give. 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn— why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Saviour  asks  you  why : 
He,  who  calls  you  to  believe, 
He  who  died,  that  ye  might  live. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  7 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  7 
Why — ye  harden'd  smners — why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

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106,  107.     SINNERS    WARNED. 

4  Sinners,  turn— why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  aslcs  you  why  : 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; — 

5  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  7 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Oh  !  ye  dying  sinners,  why- 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 

Epis.  Col.  106.     7.  Holley. 

Sinner !  rouse  thee.    Jon.  i.  6, 

1  SINNER  !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 

O'er  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead, 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death, 
See  the  bright  and  living  path  ; 
Watchful  tread  that  path  ;  be  wise,    * 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  ; 
Life  secure  without  delay, 

Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

4  Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still, 
Call'd  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will : 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

Hart.  107.     CM.  Bangor. 

Preparation  for  death.     Mat.  xxiv.  44. 
1  VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  : 
Repent !— thy  end  is  nigh  ! 

/8 


•  Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far— 
.    Oh,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect— thou  hast  a  soul  to  save : 

Thy  sins— how  high  they  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 

How  stands  that  dread  account  1 

3  Death  enters— and  there's  no  defence— 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  greedy  worms  consume  : 
But,  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there- 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day,  the  gospel  calls  ;  to-day, 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  : 
Let  ev'ry  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

Newton.  108.     7.  Pleyel's, 

Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  God.    Ezek.  xxii,  14. 

1  SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  1 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  7 
Can  thy  hands  or  heart  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  1 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd  ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth  afl^righted  hastes  to  flee  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

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109. 


SINNERS    WARNED. 


4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  : 
-^Y'ou  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
WiJI  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace  ! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 
And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  gospel  voice  : 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

Hyde^  109.     L.M.  RothweU. 

My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive.    Gen  vi.  3. 
^  ®4X'  *^"""^r'  hath  a  voice  within 
TT    , J  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urg  d  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Ut  worldhness  and  vanity, 
And  pomted  to  the  coming  wrath 
And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'nly  voice, 

T*  u  Y^^}^^  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light  • 

Kegard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 
Ihat  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find.  ' 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  alwavs  strive 

With  harden'd  self-destroying  man; 
oO 


SINNERS    WARNED.     110,  111. 

Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieTe, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day, 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be : 

Oh,  snould'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

Hyde.  1 10.    s.  m.  Troas. 

Grieve  not  the  Spirit.     Eph.  iv.  30. 

1  AND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 
The  call  of  love  divine  7 

Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  1 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 
The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 

Till  he  tny  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  opprest  7 

3  To-day,  a  pard'ning  God 
Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray ; 

To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansmg  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But,  grace  so  dearly  bought, 
If  yet  thou  wilt  despise. 

Thy  fearful  doom  with  vengeance  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

N'ewton.  111.    cm.        Cambridge. 

Belshazzar.     Dan.  v.  5,  6. 
1  POOR  sinners !  little  do  they  think 
With  whom  they  have  to  do  ! 
They  stand  securely  on  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  wo. 
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112.  SINNERS    WARNED. 

2  Chaldea's  kin^,  profanely  bold, 

The  Lord  ot  hosts  defy'd  ; 
But  vengeance  soon  his  boasts  controPd, 
And  humbled  all  his  pride. 

3  He  saw  a  hand  upon  the  wall, 

(And  trembled  on  his  throne,) 
Which  wrote  his  sudden,  dreadful  fall, 
In  characters  unknown. 

4  His  pomp  and  music,  guest  and  wine, 

No  more  delight  afford : 
O  sinner,  ere  this  case  be  thine, 
Begin  to  seek  the  Lord. 

6  The  law,  like  this  hand- writing,  stands, 
And  speaks  the  wrath  of  God  ; 
But  Jesus  answers  its  demands, 
And  cancels  it  with  blood. 

S.  Songs.  112.     11.         Portuguese. 

Delay  not. 

1  DELAY  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  draw  near, 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowmg  for  thee ; 
No  price  is  demanded, the  Saviour  is  here. 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God  .' 
A  fountain  is  open'd,  how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleans'd  in  his  pardoning  biooaf 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come. 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day ; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb  ; 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away 
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SINNERS    AWAKENED.  113. 

ft  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Lonar  griev'd  and  resisted,  may  lake  its  sad 
light, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  depth  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand — 

The  earth"shall  dissolve,  the  heavens  shall  fade; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall 
stand ; 
What  power  then,  O  sinner,  shall  lend  thee  its 
aid! 


SINNERS  AWAKENED. 


Strong.  113.     L.M.  Oxford, 

Reflection. 

1  ALAS,  alas,  how  blind  I've  been, 
How  little  of  myself  I've  seen  ! 
Sportive  I  sail'd  the  sensual  tide, 
Thoughtless  of  God,  whom  I  defied. 

2  I  heard  of  heaven,  I  heard  of  hell, 
Where  bliss  and  wo  eternal  dwell ; 
But  mock'd  the  threats  of  truth  divine. 
And  scorn'd  the  place  where  angels  shine. 

3  Mv  angry  heart  refus'd  the  blood 
Of  a  descending,  suffering  God  ; 
And  guilty  passion  boldly  broke 

The  holy  law  which  heaven  had  spoke. 

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114,  115.    SINNERS    AWAKENED. 

4  The  alluring  world  controll'd  my  choice, 
When  conscience  spoke,  I  hush'd  its  voice, 
Securely  laugh'd  along  the  road, 

Which  napless  millions  first  had  trod. 

5  Now  the  Almighty  God  comes  near, 
And  makes  me  shake  with  awful  fear ; 
Perhaps  I  sink  to  endless  pain, 

Nor  hear  the  voice  of  joy  again. 

Toplady.  114.     s.  m.  Beverly. 

The  guilty  heart.     Jer.  xvii.  9.     Mat.  xv.  19. 

1  ASTONISH'D  and  distress'd, 
I  turn  mine  eyes  within ; 

My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  opprest, 
The  seat  of  ev'ry  sin. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 
What  vile  afiections  there  ! 

Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints, 
These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  : 

Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind. 
And  all  my  pow'rs  renew. 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 
Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 

My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise. 

C.  Sec.  1 15,     c.  M.  Dedham. 

Mary's  tears.    Luke  vii.  38,  44. 
1  WHEN  the  repentant  Mary  came, 
And  knelt  at  Jesus'  feet, 
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SINNERS    AWAKENED.  116. 

Weigh'd  down  by  sorrow,  sin,  and  shame, 
And  pour'd  the  precious  sweet — 

2  The  tears  of  penitence  bedew'd 

The  humble  mourner's  eye  ; 
Her  contrite  grief  her  Maker  view'd, 
And  register'd  it  on  high. 

3  She  at  her  Saviour's  footstool  bent, 

And  humbly  knelt  to  pray  ; 
."  Go(i  saw  her  heart — forgiveness  sent 
And  wip'd  her  sins  away. 

4  Ye  who  by  sin  have  been  misled 

From  the  bright  way  to  heaven, 
And  would  again  its  pathway  tread, 
And  wish  to  be  forgiven — 

5  Do  not  upon  the  sacred  shrine 

Your  glittering  off 'rings  heap, 
As  if  your  gems  were  things  divine, 
But  like  the  suppliant  weep. 

6  O  !  may  the  storms  of  sorrow  raise 

Your  wandering  thoughts  to  heaven; 
May  you,  like  Mary,  kneel  and  praise, 
Like  Mary — be  forgiven. 

110.     L.  M.  Windham. 

The  helpless  sinner  looking  to  Christ, 

1  LONG  have  I  trod  the  way  to  hell. 
And  vainly  dream'd  that  all  was  well ; 
But  now  I  feel  my  sins  a  load, 

And  I  a  stranger  to  my  God. 

2  I  groan  and  turn  at  ev'ry  breath, 

And  fain  would  fly  from  sin  and  death  ; 
But  ah  !  these  bars  of  unbelief 
Chain  down  my  soul  fronkall  relief. 

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117. 


SINNERS    AWAKENED. 


3  Far  from  my  help  my  friends  do  stand, 
While  foes  conspire  on  ev'rv  hand  : 
Where  shall  I  hide,  where  shall  I  flee 
For  help,  O  Jesus,  but  to  ihee  ? 

4  To  thee  I'd  come,  O  help,  I  pray, 
And  take  this  unbelief  away  ; 

Thou  mighty  God,  thou  Prince  of  peace, 
Give  my  imprison'd  soul  release. 

E.  Col.  117.     CM.       St.  Martin's 

Pleading  for  mercy.     Mark  x.  47. 

1  JESUS, have  mercy  on  my  soul ! 

Oh  !  listen  to  my  cry  ! 
Cleanse  me  from  sin.  Lord,  make  me  whole, 
Save  me,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Whither,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  fly, 

Oh  !  where  for  mercy  flee  ; 
Low  at  thy  sovereign  feet  I  lie, 
My  only  hope  in  thee. 

3  One  word  of  grace,  one  look  of  love, 

Would  melt  this  stonv  heart ; 
One  hope  of  pity  from  above 
Would  bid  my  fears  depart. 

4  Hast  thou  not  shed  thy  precious  blood 

For  sinners  such  as  I  ? 
Hast  thou  not  died,  my  King  !  my  God  .' 
For  rebels  doom'd  to  die  ? 

5  Oh !  then  have  mercy  on  my  soul, 

Lord,  to  thy  cross  I  flee ; 
Cleanse  me  from  sin,  Oh !  make  me  whole 
Hear,  hear  my  humble  plea. 
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SINNERS    AWAKENED.   118,  119. 

118.  s.  M.  Seir. 

The  awakened  sinner's  reflection. 

1  O  AM  I  born  to  die, 
With  a  polluted  soul  ? 

Ah  !  hurried  to  eternity, 
As  swift  as  time  can  roll. 

2  I  just  begin  to  see  ; 

Ah  !  Lord,  what  shall  I  do  ? 
How  shall  a  wretched  sinner  flee 
From  everlasting  wo  7 

3  I  dare  no  longer  stay 

So  nigh  the  jaws  of  hell ; 
Vet  how  to  go,  or  find  the  way  , 
To  Christ,  I  cannot  tell. 

4  O  Lord,  though  I  am  vile, 
Receive  me  as  I  am  ; 

Let  heaven's  immortal  goodness  smile 
On  me,  through  Christ  the  Lamb. 

119.  CM.  Mear. 

The  aged  sinner  awakened. 

1  O  WHAT  a  wretched  sinner.  Lord! 

I  now  begin  to  see 
The  dangers  of  the  ways  I  trod, 
But  know  not  where  to  flee. 

2  Long  have  I  turn'd  my  back  on  thee, 

And  slighted  all  thy  grace  ; 
Yet  pity,  Lord,  O  pity  me, 
And  let  me  see  tiiy'face. 

3  Lord,  change  my  heart,  or  I  am  gone ; 

O  give  me  life  divine  ! 

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120,  121.  SINNERS    AWAKENED. 

Though  I  am  old,  may  I  be  born 
A  heavenly  child  ol  thine. 

Hart.  ISO.     L.  M.      Rockingham. 

Hardness  of  heart.     Ezek.  xi.  19. 

1  OH,  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
To  take  the  stubborn  stone  away ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake  ; 
The  sea  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake ; 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  Pow'r  Divine  can  do  the  deed. 
And  much  to  feel  that  Pow'r  I  need ; 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  and  refine. 

And  move,  ana  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

Newton.   •  ISl.     s.  m.  Olmutz. 

The  gospel  pool.     John  v.  2—9. 

1  BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor. 

From  lime  to  time  my  helpless  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  seen 
The  healing  waters  move  ; 

And  others  round  me  stepping  in, 
Tlieir  efficacy  prove. 
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SINNERS    AWAKENED.  122. 

3  But  my  complaints  remain, 
I  feel  the  very  same  ; 

As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pam, 
As  when  at  first  I  came. 

4  How  often  have  I  thought, 
Why  should  I  longer  lie  7 

Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

5  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 
There  is  no  other  pool 

Where  streams  of  sovereign  mercy  now, 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

6  Here  then,  from  day  to  day, 
I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try  ; 

Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  sufier  him  to  die  7 

Medley.  1^3.    i- m.  Windham. 

The  stony  heart.     Ezek.  xxxvi.  26,  27. 

1  LORD,  hear  a  burden'd  sinner  mourn. 
Who  gladly  would  to  thee  return  ; 
Thy  tender  mercies  O  impart, 

And  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

2  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  my  gracious  Lord, 
Which  scorns  thy  love  and  slights  thy  word ; 
Which  tempts  me  from  thee  to  depart ; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart ! 

3  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  whose  bold  reply 
Gives  all  thv  sacred  truth  the  lie. 
And  would  thv  promises  pervert ; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart ! 

4  'Tis  this  hard  heart  I  feel  within 

Which  slights  thy  grace  and  cleaves  to  sm  ; 

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123.  SIN^^ERS    AWAKENED. 

Sure  'tis  of  hell  the  counterpart ; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony  heart ! 

5  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  which  day  by  day 
Would  shut  my  mouth,  nor  let  me  pray, 
Yea,  would  from  every  duty  start ; 
Lord,  take  away  this  stony'heart ! 

6  'Tis  this  hard  heart,  whose  cursed  snare 
Tempts  me  to  pride,  or  to  despair ; 

O,  in  me.  Lord,  thy  pow'r  exert, 
And  take  away  this  stony  heart. 

Songster.  133*     p.  m.         Portuguese. 

The  beggar  for  crumbs.     Mat.  vii.  28. 

1  DEAR  Jesus  !  here  comes  and  knocks  at  thy  door 
A  beggar  for  crumbs,  distressed  and  poor. 
Blind,  lame  and  forsaken,  all  roll'd  in  his  blood, 
At  last  overtaken  when  running  from  God. 

2  To  ask  children's  bread  I  dare  not  presume, 
But,  Lord,  to  be  fed  with  fragments  I  come  ; 
Some  crumbs  from  thy  table  O  let  me  obtain, 
For  lo  !  thou  art  able  my  wants  to  sustain. 

3  I  own  I  deserve  no  favor  to  see. 

So  long  did  I  SAverve  and  wander  from  thee ; 
Till  brought  by  thy  Spirit  my  follies  to  mourn : 
Now  under  conviction  to  thee  I  return. 

4  For  since  thou  hast  said  thou'lt  cast  away  none. 
Who  fly  to  thine  aid  as  sinners  undone  : 

Now,  Lord,  I  am  come  as  condemned  to  die, 
And  on  this  sweet  promise  I  humbly  rely. 

5  I  cannot  depart,  dear  Jesus,  nor  yield, 

Till  my  poor  heart  feels  this  promise  fulfiU'd, 
That  I  may  forever  a  monument  be. 
To  praise  the' dear  Saviour  of  sinners  like  me. 
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SINNERS    AWAKENED.  124,  125. 

Cowper.  1^4.     s.  M.  Boylslon. 

1  MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
My  terror  now  begins  ; 

1  feel,  alas  !  that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  7 
I  hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 

The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 
I  dread  impending  doom ; 

But  sure,  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar  ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 


5  Forerunner  of  the  sun. 
It  marks  the  pilgriin's  way 

I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run. 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 


125.    L.  M.  Forest. 

Mourning  for  sin. 

1  O  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 

O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down : 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art. 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
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126. 


SINNERS    AWAKENED. 


3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  p'ure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove. 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would — but  thou  must  give  the  power  ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 

And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
.    Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 

Newton.  136.     s.  m.  Olmutz. 

Vileness  of  heart.     Job.  xl.  4. 

1  O  LORD,  how  vile  am  I, 
Unholy  and  unclean ! 

How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
With  such  a  load  of  sin  ? 

2  Is  this  polluted  heart 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee  ? 
Swarming, alas  !  in  ev'ry  part, 
What  evils  do  I  see  ! 

3  If  I  attempt  to  pray, 

And  raise  my  soul'on  high. 
My  thoughts  are  hurri'd  fast  away, 
For  sin  is  ever  nigh. 

4  If  in  thy  word  I  look. 

Such  darkness  fills  mv  mind, 
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SINNERS   AWAKENED.  127. 

I  only  read  a  sealed  book, 
But  no  relief  can  find. 

5  Thy  gospel  oft  I  hear, 
But  hear  it  still  in  vain ; 

Without  desire,  or  love  or  fear, 
Harden'd  I  still  remain. 

6  And  must  I  then  indeed 
Sink  in  despair  and  die  7 

Fain  would  I  hope  that  thou  didst  bleed 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I. 

Watts.  127.     CM.  ArUngton. 

•     Repentance.     Zechariah  xii.  10. 

1  ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  wretch  as  1 7 

O,  the  Lamb,  the  loving-  Lamb, 

The  Lamb  on  Calvary ; 
The  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
That  liveth  again, 

To  intercede  for  me. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  7 
Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in. 
When  God,  the  mighty  Saviour,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

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128.  SINNERS    AWAKENED. 

Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt,  my  eyes,  in  tears. 
5  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Staughton.  198.     c.  m.  Dundee. 

We  would  see  Jesus.    John  xii.  21. 

1  TELL  us,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Where's  your  great  Master  found ; 
Him  would  we  see,  whose  powerful  word 
Can  heal  our  ev'ry  wound. 

2  We  would  see  Jesus,  for  we  know 

His  sovereign  grace  alone 
Can  on  us  hearts  of  flesh  bestow, 
And  for  our  sins  atone. 

3  We  would  see  Jesus,  does  not  he 

Bid  contrite  sinners  come  ? 
And  to  such  guilty  souls  as  we 
Proclaim,  "  there  yet  is  room?" 

4  Millions  have  hast'ned  to  his  arms, 

And  now  resound  his  name  ; 
Him  would  we  see  whose  endless  charms 
Our  anxious  hearts  inflame. 

5  We  would  see  Jesus,  for  his  saints 

May  lean  upon  his  breast  ; 
Pour  out  with  confidence  their  plamts. 
And  find  celestial  rest. 

6  We  would  see  Jesus,  and  would  pray 

For  those  unhappy  friends 
Who  choose,  alas  !  that  crooked  way 
Which  in  perdition  ends. 
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SINNERS  AWAKENED.  129,  130. 

:    We  would  see  Jesus,  gracious  friend, 
From  him  derive  our  bliss  ; 
And  wait  till  we  the  heav'ns  ascend, 
And  see  him  as  he  is. 

Hyde.  139.     c.  m.        Woodstock. 

Condemned  by  the  Law. 

1  AH,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do, 

With  all  my  guilt  oppress'd? 
I  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 
And  conscience  knows  no  rest. 

2  Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law, 

Does  all  my  life  condemn, 
The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  fear  and  shame. 

3  How  many  precious  Sabbaths  gone 

I  never  can  recall ; 
And  O,  what  cause  have  I  to  mourn, 
Who  misimproved  them  all ! 

4  How  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 

Of  Jesus  and  of  heaven  ; 
Yet  scarcely  listen'd  to  his  word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiv'n  ! 

5  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  to  thee, 

And  grant  renewing  grace  ; 
For  thou  this  flintv  heart  canst  break. 
And  thine  shallbe  the  praise. 

Moore.  130.    l.  m.  Surrey. 

Crying  for  Mercy. 
1  AWAKED  from  sin's  delusive  sleep, 
My  heavy  guilt  I  feel  and  weep  : 
Beneath  a  weight  of  woes  oppress'd, 
I  come  to  thee,  my  Lord,  for  rest. 

95 


131,  132.    SINNERS  AWAKENED. 

2  Now  from  thy  throne  of  bliss  above 
Shed  down  a  look  of  heavenly  love ; 
That  balm  shall  sweeten  all  my  pain, 
And  bid  my  soul  rejoice  again. 

3  By  thy  divine,  transforming  power, 
My  ruin'd  nature  now  restore  ; 
And  let  my  life  and  temper  shine, 
In  blest  resemblance,  Lord,  to  thine. 

131.     s.  M.  Seir. 

Grace  supplicated. 

1  LORD,  help  me  to  repent — 

With  sin  for  ever  part ; 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  heart — 

2  A  heart  with  grief  oppress'd, 

For  having  griev'd  thy  love  ; 
A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest 
Till  cleansed  from  above. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  desire : 
With  true  sincerity  of  wo 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  softening  pity  look, 

And  melt  my  hardness  down ; 
Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

Newton.  139.    cm,         Cambridge. 

Tlie  malady  of  sin.  ■* 

1  THOU  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 
To  thee  I  bring  my  case  ; 
My  raging  malady  control, 
And  heal  me  by  thy  grace. 
96 


i  SINNERS  AWAKENED.  133. 

»     2  Help  me  to  state  my  whole  complaint  • 
But  where  shall  I  begin  ?  ' 

Nor  words  nor  thoughts  can  fully  paint 
Ihat  worst  distemper— sin. 

3  It  lies  not  in  a  single  part, 

But  through  mv  soul  is  spread  : 
And  all  the  affections  of  my  heart 
By  sin  are  captive  led. 

4  A  thousand  evil  thoughts  intrude, 

Tumultuous  in  my  breast ; 
VVhich  mdispose  me  for  my  food, 
And  rob  me  of  my  rest. 

5  Thou  great  Physician,  hear  my  cry, 

And  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
Let  not  a  trembling  sinner  die, 
Who  longs  to  live  to  thee. 

Hewett.  133.     7.         Nuremburg. 

The  resolve.     Es.  iv.  16. 

1  IF  I  perish,  I  will  go 

Trembling  to  the  Saviour's  feet, 
Yet  his  favor  he'll  bestow, 
Yet  I  may  forgiveness  meet. 

2  If Iperish,  I- will  go .- 

He  perhaps  may  pity  me  ; 
Unbehef  still  answers— no, 
He  will  not  a  wretch  like  thee. 

3  If  I  perish,  I  must  own 

God  is  just  to  banish  me  ; 

But  I'll  venture  near  his  throne. 

For  his  pardons  all  are  free. 

t4  If  I  perish,  I  will  go, 
Tbough  distress'd,  I  can  but  try; 
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134,  135.    SINNERS  AWAKENED. 

Should  he  mercy  never  show, 
Begging  I  will  live  and  die. 

6  Dearest  Saviour,  let  me  live, 
Stretch  thy  sceptre  out  to  me  ; 
All  my  sins,  though  great,  forgive  ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free. 

Strong.  134:.     c.  M.  Burford. 

Slain  and  Reviving. 

1  SMOTE  by  the  law,  I'm  justly  slain ; 

Great  God,  behold  my  case  ; 
Pity  a  sinner  fiU'd  with  pain, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face. 

2  Dread  terrors  fright  my  guilty  soul — 

Thy  justice,  all  in  flames, 
Gives  sentence  on  this  heart  so  foul, 
So  hard,  so  full  of  crimes. 

3  'Tis  trembling  hardness  that  I  feel : 

I  fear,  but  don't  relent — 
Perhaps  of  endless  death  the  seal  ; 
O,  that  I  could  repent ! 

•  4  My  prayers,  my  tears,  my  vows  are  vile  : 
My  duties  black  with  guilt ; 
On  such  a  wretch  can  mercy  smile, 
Though  Jesus'  blood  was  spilt ! 

Turaer.  135.     8. 7.         Greenville. 

Conviction. 
1  JESUS,  full  of  all  compassion. 

Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation, 

See,  I  languish,  faint  and  die. 
Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief, 
9S 


SINNERS  AWAKENED.  136. 

Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting, 
Send,  O  send  me  quick  relief! 

2  Whither  should  a  wretch  he  flying, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives. 

3  Saved — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Through  the  shining  realms  above. 
Angels  sing  the  blessed  story, 
All  enraptur'd  with  thy  love. 

Newton.  136.     8.  7.  Helmley. 

Bartimeug.     Mark  x.  4S. 

1  "  MERCY,  O  thou  son  of  David!"  ' 

Thus  the  blind  Bartim'us  pray'd ; 
[       "  Others  by  thy  word  are  sav'd, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crj'ing  chid  him, 

But  he  caird  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"  Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live  ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  !" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
^  FoUow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

6  Oh !  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around  ; 
I    "  Friends,  is  not  ray  case  amazing  ? 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

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137. 


SINNERS    AWAKENED. 


6  Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advis'd  by  me  ! 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

Ockum.  137*     c.  p.  M.  Gangesi 

The  new  birth.    John  iii.  3. 

1  AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo." 

2  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled. 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head — 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
This  fearful  truth  inereas'd  my  pain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

And  whelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

3  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, — 

A  vast,  oppressive  load ; 
Alas,  I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer 'd  Death  and  Hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  : 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remaiq, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  gracious  Saviour  pass'd  this  way, 
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SINNERS    AWAKENED.  138,   139. 

And  felt  his  pitf  move ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again. 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

138.     c.  M.        Canterbury. 
The  Prodigal  returned.     Luke  xv.  11,  30. 

1  THE  Prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes, 

From  folly  just  awake, 
Reviews  his  wanderings  with  surprise  ; 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  "  I  starve,"  he  cries,  "  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land, 
While  servants  of  my  Father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  "hand. 

3  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return 

And  seek  my  father's  face ; 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 
I'll  ask  a  servant's  place." 

4  Far  off  he  saw  him  slowly  move — 

In  pensive  silence  mourn ; 
The  father  ran  with  arms  of  love 
To  welcome  his  return. 

5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidmgs  flew, 

And  spread  the  joy  around  ; 
The  angels  tune  their  harps  anew  ; 
The  Prodigal  is  found  I 

Luth.  Col.  139.     7.  Alcester. 

Depth  of  mercy.. 
1  DEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserv'd  ior  me  ? 

101 


140.  SINNERS    AWAKENED.  I 

Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 

Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ;  j 

Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls  ;  | 

Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  his  relentings  are  ; 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  "  How  shall  1  give  thee  up?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hands  I 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

5  Jesus,  answer  from  above, 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget  ? 
Suffer  me  to  kiss  thy  feet  7 

6  Now  incline  me  to  repent  ! 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ! 
Now  my  soul's  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more! 

140.     c.  M.  Stephens. 

The  Prodigal  Son.     Luke  xvii.  32. 

1  THE  prodigal  no  sorrow  felt 

Till  he  had  spent  his  store  : 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
When  famine  pinch"d  him  sore. 

2  "  What  have  I  srain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"  But  hanger,"  shame,  and  fear  ? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 
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SINNERS    AWAKENED.  141. 

3  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, — 

Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

4  His  father  saw  him  coming  back, 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smil'd  ; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

5  "  Father,  J've  sinn'd,  but  O  !  forgive." 

"  Enough,"  the  father  said  ; 
"  Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son 's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourn'd'as  dead. 

6  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain  ; 

Go  spread  the  news  around  ; 
Mv  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again — 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

7  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals. 

To  call  poor  sinners  home  : 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 

Miller.  14:1.    s.  m.        "Watchman. 

Tlie  burden  of  sin.     Mat.  xi.  28. 

1  AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 

Burden'd,  and  sick,  and  faint ! 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 

2  My  Saviour  bids  me  come  ; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay ! 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  hack 
From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 

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142. 


SINNERS    AWAKENED. 


Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

4  Jesus,  the  hindrance  show 

Which  I  have  fear'd  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 

5  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  trjnng  power  display ; 
Into  Its  darkest  corners  shine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

6  In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  wouldst  fain  remove  ; 
Remove  it,  and  I  shall  declare 
That  God  is  only  love. 

E.  Jones.  142,     c.  m.       Wallingford. 

The  finn  resolve.     Es.  iv.  16. 

1  COME,  sinner,  in  whose  guilty  breast  , 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make' this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Doth  like  a  mountain  rise  : 

I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 

Perhaps  he'll  hear  my  cries. 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 
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SINNERS    INVITED.      143,   144. 


5  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go ; 
I  am  resolv'd  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 


SINNERS  INVITED. 


Steele.  143.     c.  m.  Devises. 

The  Saviour's  invitation.     Joliu  vii.  37. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls,  let  ev'ry  ear 

Attend  the  heav'nly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  ev'ry  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams"  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss,  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice ; 

The  gracious  call  obey ;_ 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts  ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  flv, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

Medley.  14L4.     c.  3i.  Christmas. 

Th'3  joyful  soui'itl. 
1  OH,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 

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145.  SINNERS    INVITED. 

Suited  to  ev'ry  sinner's  case, 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  ev'ry  burden  Bring  ; 
Here,  love,  eternal  love,  abounds — 
A  deep,  celestial  spring-. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  living  joy  imparts  : 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  your  wants  disclose, 
And  drink'with  thankful  hearts. 

Village.  145.     5.  6.  Cheshunt. 

Come,  sinners,  attend.     Ex.  iii.  14. 

1  COME,  sinners,  attend, 

And  make  no  delay  ; 
Good  news  from  a  friend 

I  bring  you  to-day  ; 
Glad  news  of  salvation. 

Come,  now,  and  receive  ; 
There's  no  condemnation 

To  them  that  believe. 

2  I  AM  THAT  I  AM 

Hath  sent  me  to  you, 
Glad  news  to  proclaim, 

Your  sins  to  subdue  ; 
To  you,  O  distress'd. 

Afflicted,  forlorn. 
Whose  sins  are  increased, 

And  cannot  be  borne. 

3  But  still  if  you  cry, 

"  O  what' is  his  name  ?" 
You  have  the  reply, 

I  AM  THAT  I  AM ; 
106 


SINNERS    INVITED.  146. 

Though  blind,  lame,  and  feeble, 

And  helpless,  a-ou  lie, 
He"s  willing  and  able 

Your  wants  to  supply. 

4  Then  only  believe. 

And  trust  in  his  name; 
He  will  not  deceive, 

Nor  put  yon  to  shame ; 
But  fully  supply  you 

With  all  tnings  in  store; 
Nor  will  he  deny  you 

Because  you  are  poor. 

Grigg.  14:0.     L.  M.  Truro. 

Behold  I  stand  at  the  door.     Rev.  iii.  20. 

1  BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks— has  knock'd  before  ; 
Hath  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O,  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  ! — and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  I 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need  ; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dy'd  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine. 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  Sin, 
And  let  the  heav'nly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return; 

107 


147,   148.  SINNERS  INVITED. 

Admit  him,  or  the  hour 's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

N.  Y.  Evan.      147.     s.  m.  Aylesbury. 

Protracted  Meeting. 

1  SINNER !  awake,  to  think 

On  what  may  be  thy  doom  ; 
Awake  !  and  tremble,  ere  thou  sink 
Into  the  silent  tomb. 

2  Sure  there  is  nought  in  earth 

Has  half  the  Saviour's  charms  ; 
And  wilt  thou,  then,  with  scornful  mirth, 
Repel  him  from  thy  arms  ? 

3  See  how  he  interpos'd 

Between  the  curse  and  thee  ; 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  compos'd 
To  set  thy  spirit  free. 

4  How  bitter  was  the  pain, 

What  heart  can  ere  conceive  ? 
And  wilt  thou  see  him  die  in  vain, 
And  not  his  mercy  crave  ? 

5  How  stupid  and  deprav'd 

Must  be  that  wretched  soul, 
That  still  refuses  to  be  sav'd, 
And  yield  to  his  control. 

6  Where  can  ye  hope  to  dwell. 

When  from  this  world  je  go? 
Ye  choose  the  road  that  leads  to  hell 
And  everlasting  wo. 

Haweis.  14:8«     7.  Finedom. 

Come  and  welcome. 
1  FROM  the  cross  uplifted  hign, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
lOS 


J3INNERS    INVITED.  149. 

What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravish'd  ear  ! 
"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

2  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 
On  my  pierced  body  laid. 

Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 

Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 

"  Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

3  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 
Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day  ; 

Up  to  my  eternal  home, 

"  Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

Dobell.  149.     s.  M.  Fairfield. 

The  accepted  time.    2  Cor.  vi.  2. 

1  NOW  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 

And  ev'ry  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls. 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love  ; 

109 


150,   151.      SINNERS  INVITED. 

Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above. 

150.     L.  M.  Hartford. 

The  Spirit  striving.    Gen.  vi.  3. 

1  O,  SINNER,  hear  the  heavenly  voice ! 

O  hear  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ! 
It  bids  thee  malce  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all, 

2  God's  spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man; 
Ye  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

3  Sinner  !  perhaps  this  very  day. 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 
O,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

White.  151.     7.  Benevento. 

Invitation  of  Wisdom.     Prov.  viii. 

1  HARK  !  the  undulating  air 

Thither  wafts  the  distant  chime, 
Utt'ring,  in  the  thoughtful  ear. 
Now  is  the  accepted  time. 

2  Wisdom  has  her  fabric  rear'd, 

Enter,  enter,  while  there's  room; 
Mercy  has  her  house  prepar'd, 
Come,  all  things  are  ready,  come. 

3  O  !  ye  simple,  turn  in  here, 

Throng  the  evangelic  gates ; 
Heaven's  benignant  Prince  draws  near — 
To  be  gracious,  lo !  he  waits. 
110 


SINNERS    INVITED. 


152. 


4  If  ve  seek  his  face  indeed, 

Ve  shall  tread  his  courts  above  ; 

Songs  of  gladness  shall  succeed— 

Peals  of  joy,  and  shouts  of  love. 

Allen.  159.     8.7.4.       Tamworth. 

laviting  Sinners.     Isa.  liii.  1. 

1  SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Ev'ry  sentence,  O,  how  tender  ! 
Ev'ry  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

Listen  to  it — 
Ev'ry  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner—  "  Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  !" 

How  important  I— 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  ! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor ; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears  ; 
And,  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears: 

Tender  heralds  !- 
Chase  away  the  falhng  tears. 

4  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Oifer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

5  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way ; 


153,  154.        SINNERS  INVITED. 

Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven- 
Tidings  bear  without  delay; 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

MiUer.  153.     l.  m.  Windham. 

Is  there  no  hope  ? 

1  IS  there  no  hope  ?  O,  sinner,  pause  ! 

Turn  not  away  from  heaven  thy  face  ; 
Despise  no  more  God's  holy  laws, 
Resist  not  his  inviting  grace. 

2  Is  there  no  hope  ?  That  word  recall. 

Thy  steps  retrace,  nor  dare  delay, 
Lest,  ere  thou  turn,  God's  anger  fall. 
And  hope  for  ever  flee  away. 

3  Is  there  no  hope  ?  Yes,  sinner,  yes — 

Repent,  and  to  the  Saviour  fly : 
Will  he  be  deaf  to  your  distress, 
Who  listens  when  the  ravens  cry  ? 

4  Return! — the  bow  of  promise  mark, 

Above  where  death's  dark  billows  roar ; 
For  soon,  when  sinks  thy  fragile  bark, 
'Twill  shine  upon  thy  soul  no  more. 

Hart.  104.     8.  7.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

Come  and  welcome  to  Jesus  Christ.     Mat.  xi.  23 — 30. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched. 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 

Full  of  pity  join'd  with  pow'r ; 
He  is  able,  he  is  able, 

He  is  willing — doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome  ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
112 


SINNERS    INVITED.  155. 

True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'r}-  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 
Without  money,  without  money,' 
J  Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 
This  he  gives  you,  this  he  gives  you, — 

'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 

You  will  never  come  at  all  : 
Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous, 

Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 

Hear  him  crj'  before  he  dies ; 
It  is  finished,  it  is  finish'd, 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  1 

6  Lo,  th'  incarnate  God,  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude ; 
None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesus, 

Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Head.  1S5,  8.7.4.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

Calvary. 
1  HARK !  from  yonder  mount  arise 
Notes  of  sadness — Jesus  dies ! 

H  113 


156.  SINNERS    INVITED. 

Oa  the  cross  the  Lord  of  lords 
Love  for  guilty  man  records ; 

Sinner,  sinner, 
Hear  your  dying  Saviour's  words. 

2  Mortal !  for  your  guilt  I  die, — 
Guilt  that  dar'd  your  God  defy  ; 
Blood  for  you  I  freely  give  ; 
Death  I  taste  that  you  may  live  ; 

Will  you,  sinner, 
Free  salvation  now  receive  ? 

Lyre.  156.    7.        Mt.  Calvary. 

Call  to  repentance. 

1  HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdu'd; 

See  his  body,  mangled,  rent, 
Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood  ; 

Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done ! 

Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son. 

3  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed  ; 

Drove  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there  ; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head ; 

Pierc'd  him  with  a  soldier's  spear  ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice  : 
For  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 

Still  to  death  pursue  your  Lord  ; 
Open  tear  his  wounds  again. 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  ? 
No  !  with  all  my  sms  I'll  part ; 
Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 
114 


SINNERS  INVITED.       157,  158. 

C.  Wesley.  157.     l.  m.  Hebron. 

Seeking  pardon. 

1  SINNERS,  approach  your  dyini?  Lord, 
And  find  your  happiness  restor'd  ; 

His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, — 
The  plenlitude  of  gospel  grace  ; 

2  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  trembling  joys  of  penitence  ; 

3  The  godlv  fear,  the  pleasant  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart; 
The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiv'n ; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heav'n. 

4  Oh,  quit  this  Avorld's  delusive  charms, 
And  quickly  fly  to  Jesus'  arms  ; 
Wrestle,  until  your  God  is  known, 
Till  you  can  call  the  Lord  your  own. 

Smith's  Col.        158.     8.  7.         Bridgeport. 

Expostulation. 

1  NOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 

At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding. 
Undertaking  sinners'  part. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  died  far  your  behavior  ; 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  arms. 

2  Now  he  pleads  his  sweat  and  bloodshed; 

Shows  his  wounded  hands  and  feet; 
"  Father,  save  them,  though  they're  blood-red, 
Raise  them  to  a  heavenly  seat." 

115 


159.  SINNEES    INVITED. 

3  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour- 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day  ; 
Turn  from  all  your  vaui  behavior  ; 
O  repent,  return,  and  pray. 

4  O  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife  : 

Endless  joy,  or  endless  anguish, 

Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life. 

5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious; 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee  : 
See,  what  kindness,  love,  and  pity, 
Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 

6  Open,  now,  your  hearts  before  him ; 

Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in  : 
Now  receive,  and  O  adore,  him ; 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 

7  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready; 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more ; 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  ^visdom's  boundless  store. 

Vil.  Hymns.        159.     s.  m.  \ 

I  Chron.  xxviii.  9. 

1  MY  Son,  know  thou  the  Lord  ; 

Thy  father's  God  obey ; 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night — 
His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2  Call,  while  he  may  be  found, 

And  seek  him  while  he's  near  ; 
Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear. 

3  If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face. 

His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry ; 
116 


SINNERS    INVITED.      160,  161. 

Then  shall  thou  find  his  mercy  sure — 
His  grace  for  ever  nigh. 

4  If  thou  love  not  the  Lord, 

Nor  choose  the  path  to  heav'n, 
Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiven. 

Union.  160.     8.  7.  4.        Helmsley. 

God  invites. 

1  SINNERS,  hear,  for  God  hath  spoken— 

'Tis  the  God  that  rei«-ns  on  high  ; 
He,  whose  law  the  world  has  broken, 
Sends  j-ou  tidings  of  great  joy  ! 

Hear  his  message — 
Hear  it,  sinners,  lest  you  die. 

2  Hear  the  gospel,  sinners,  hear  it — 

Joyful  news  from  heaven  it  brings. 
Here's  a  fountain — O  draw  near  it  !— 
Opened  by  the  King  of  kings  : 

Living  water 
Thence  in  streams  eternal  springs. 

3  Sinners,  hear — why  will  ye  perish  ? 

Death  to  life,  O  why  prefer  7 
Why  your  vain  delusions  cherish  ? 
Why  from  truth  persist  to  err? 

Wisdom  calls  you : 
Happy  they  who  learn  of  her. 

Hoslrins.  101*     CM.  Nichols. 

Tlie  Lamb.    John  i.  29. 
I  SINNERS,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 
Who  takes  away  our  guilt  I 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood, 
That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 

117 


162. 


SINNERS    INVITED. 


2  From  heav'n  he  came  to  seek  and  save, 

Lcavin?  his  hlest  abode  : 
To  ransom  us  himself  he  gave. 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

3  He  came  to  take  the  sinner's  place, 

And  shed  his  precious  blooa  : 
Let  Adam's  guiltv,  ruin'd  race, 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

4  Sinners,  to  Jesus  then  draw  near, 

Invited  by  his  word  : 
The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear. 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

5  Backsliders,  too,  the  Saviour  calls, 

And  washes  in  his  blood  : 
Arise,  return  from  grievous  falls  ; 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

6  In  ev'ry  state,  and  time,  and  place, 

Naught  plead  but  Jesus'  blood  : 
However  wretched  be  vour  case, 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

7  [Spirit  of  grace  !  to  us  apply 

Immanuel's  precious  blood, 
That  we  may,  with  thy  saints  on  high, 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. "] 

Steele.  103.      c.  jt.  China. 

And  yet  there  is  room.     Luke  xW.  22. 

1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  "humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  be  bids  you  come  ; 
118 


SINNERS    INVITED.     163,  164. 

Guilt  holds  you  bade,  and  fear  alarms, 
But  see.  there  yet  is  room, — 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart  : 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  In  him  the  Father,  reconcil'd,  ^ 

Invites  your  souls  to  come  : 

The  rebel'shall  be  call'd  a  child. 

And  kindly  welcom'd  home. 

Hoskins.  163*     c.  m.        Canterbury. 

The  Jailer.     Acts  xvi.  30,  31. 

1  "  WHAT  must  I  do,"  the  jailer  cries, 

"  To  save  my  sinking  soul?" 
"  Believe  in  Christ,"  the  word  replies  ; 
"  Thy  faith  shall  make  thee  whole." 

2  Our  works  are  all  the  works  of  sin — 

Our  nature  quite  deprav'd  : 

Jesus  ^lone  can  make  us  clean  ; 

By  grace  are  sinners  sav'd. 

3  Come,  sinners,  then,  the  Saviour  trust 

To  wash  you  in  his  blood — 
To  change  your  hearts — subdue  your  lusts — 


Miller.  104:*    l.  m.  Hamburg. 

To-day.     Ps.  xcv.  7. 
1  TO-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice  : 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zi'on  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 
119 


165.  SINNERS    INVITED. 

2  Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  he  for  ever  hlest  ? 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  7 

3  Come,  now,  dear  ^'outh,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  aiid  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, 
(For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same,) 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 

5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering  toys, 
Come,  share  with  us  eternal  joys  ; 

Or  must  we  leave  vou  bound  to  hell  ?— 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell. 

16o.     7.         Noremburg. 

Weary  sinners.    Mat.  xi.  23. 

1  COME,  ye  weary  sinners,  come, 

All,  who  feel  your  heavy  load  ; 

Jesus  calls  the  wanderers  home  ; 

Hasten  to  your  pardoning  God. 

2  Come,  ve  guilty  souls,  opprest, 

Answer  to  the  Saviours  call, 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest, 
Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

3  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love. 

We  thy  kindest  call  obey ; 
Faithfullet  thy  mercies  prove— 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

4  Weary  of  this  war  within. 

Wear)'  of  this  endless  strife, 
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I 


SINNERS  INVITED.       166,  167, 

Wear}'  of  ourselves  and  sin, 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life — 

5  Burdeu'd  with  a  world  of  srief, 

Burden'd  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burden'd  with  this  unbelief, 
Burden'd  with  the  wrath  of  God — 

6  Lo,  we  come  to  thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  thou  art : 
Now  our  weary  souls  release — 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

Boden.  100*     l.  m.  Uxbridge. 

Come  and  see.     John  i.  46. 

1  JESUS ! — dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
Replete  with  balm  for  every  wound  ! 

His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free ; 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come,  and  see. 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high — 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die. 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  the  tree  : 
Come,  careless  sinner,  come,  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part; 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee  : 
Come,  anxious  sinner,  come,  and  see. 

4  His  blood  can  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean ; 

His  blood  at  once  avail'd  for  me ; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come,  and  see. 

Boden.  167.     h.  m.  Stratford. 

Room  in  Christ.    Luke  xiv.  22. 
1   YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerg'd  in  sin  and  wo, 

121 


168.  SINNERS    INVITED. 

The  gospel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay  ; 
No  vain  excuses  frame  ; 
He  bids  you  come  to  day, 
Though  poor,  and  blind," and  lame. 

All  things  are  ready — sinners,  come  ! 
For  every  trembling  soul  there  's  room. 

3  Compell'd,  by  bleeding  love, 
Ye  wand'ring  souls  draw  near: 
Christ  calls  you  from  above — 
His  charming  accents  hear. 

Let  whosoever  will,  now  come  : 
In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room. 

B.  168.  8.7.   Sicilian  Hymn. 

The  promised  rest.    Hob.  iv.  1. 

1  SINNERS,  hear  the  mighty  Saviour  ! 

Love  and  pity  fill  his  breast. 
Now,  in  accents  sweet,  he  calls  you. 
Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

2  Though  in  sorrow  now  ye  labor, 

Weary  souls  with  sin  opprest, 
Jesus  bids  you  come  and  welcome — 
Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

3  Though  your  sins  he  red  like  crimson, 

And  ten  thousand  foes  infest, 
He  is  mighty  to  deliver  ; 

Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

4  Though,  like  Noah's  dove,  ye  wander, 

Of  all  refugee  dispossess'd', 
122 


SINNERS    INVITED.  169. 

Jesus  is  the  ark  of  safety  : 

Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

5  Hell's  arrim  tyrant,  death,  and  judgment, 

Of  ail  terrors  he  "11  divest. 
Then,  arise,  nor  longer  tarry  : 
Come,  and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

6  His  dear^rms  are  now  extended  ! 

Come,  and  be  forever  hlest ; 
Dying  sinners,  come  to  Jesus — 
"Come," and  taste  the  promis'd  rest. 

Thornby.  169.     12.  Scotland. 

Tlie  voice  of  free  grace. 

1  THE  voice  of  free  grace 
Cries,  Escape  to  the  mountain; 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  has  opened  a  fountain  : 
For  sin,  and  transgression. 
And  every  pollution. 
The  blood  flows  most  freely 
In  streams  of  salvation. 

Hallelujah,  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  purchased  our  pardon  ! 
We  HI  praise  him  again 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  This  fountain,  so  clear, 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon, 
From  Jesus'  side  flows 
In  plenteous  redemption  : 
Though  your  sins  they  were  raised 
As  high  as  a  mountain. 
The  blood  flows  most  freely. 
From  Jesus  the  fountain. 

123 


170.  SINNERS    INVITED. 

3  O  Jesus !  ride  on, 
Thy  kingdom  is  glorious — 
Over  sin,  death,  and  hell, 
Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious  ; 
Thy  name  shall  be  praised 
In  the  great  congregation, 
And  saints  shall  delight 
In  ascribing  salvation. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand, 
Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands. 
We  will  praise  him  evermore. 
We  will  range  the  blest  fields 
On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujahs 
For  ever  and  ever. 

P.  H.  E.  170.     s.  M.  Seir 

"  Now  is  the  accepted  time."    2  Cor.  vi.  2. 

1  NOW  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now  to  the  Saviour  come  ; 

The  Lord  is  calling,  Seek  my  face. 
And  I  will  guide  you  home. 

2  Home  to  that  bright  abode 
Where  Jesus  reigns  supreme  ; 

Home  to  those  joys  prepar'd  by  God- 
Home  of  your  sweetest  dream. 

3  Home,  where  each  sigh  is  still'd, 
Where  tears  are  never  shed. 

But  love  and  joy  have  fiU'd 
With  flowers  the  path  we  tread. 

4  A  father  bids  you  speed— 
Oh, wherefore  then  delay? 
124 


SINNERS    CONVERTED.  171. 

He  calls  in  love — he  sees  your  need — 
He  bids  you  come  to-day. 

5  To-day  the  prize  is  won, 
The  promise  is  to  save  ; 
Then,  O  be  wise  ! — to-morrow's  sun 
May  shine  upon  your  grave. 


SINNERS  CONVERTED. 


Newton.  ITl.     c.  p.  m.  Aithlone. 

Grace  conquering. 

1  LORD  !  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield. 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compell'd, 

'Surrenders  all  to  thee. 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove ; 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love? 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash,  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  ; 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued — 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone ; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own. 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free : 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See,  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand 

To  be  employ'd  by  thee. 

125 


172,   173.   SINNERS  CONVERTED. 

Steele.  17^.     l.  m.  Ward. 

The  noblest  resMiuion.     Josh.  xx'w.  15. 

1  MAY  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  pow'rs,  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  O,  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! 

Around  let  my  example  shine, 

Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 

And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determin'd,  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

4  O,  may  I  never  faint,  nor  tire. 

Nor,  wand'ring,  leave  his  sacred  ways. 
Great  God  !  accept  my  soul's  desire. 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

Hart.  Col.  173.     l.  m.  Upton. 

A  young  convert  falling  into  darkness. 

1  WHEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing  ; — 
Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love  ; 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 

2  With  admiration  they  behold 

The  love  of  Christ,  that  can't  be  told  ; 
They  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 

3  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
And  make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring — 
Ring  with  melodious,  joyful  sound, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 

126 


Sl^'^iEFcS    CONVERTED.  174. 

4  But  'tis  not  Ions:  before  they  feel 
Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel : 

They  think  their  former  hopes  are  vain, 
For  they  are  bound  in  Satan's  chain. 

5  O,  foolish  child,  why  didst  thou  boast, 
In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast  ? 
Why  didst  thou  think  to  fly  away 
Before  thou  leav'st  this  feeble  clav? 

6  gome,  take  up  arms,  and  face  the  field ; 
Come,  gird  on  harness,  sword,  and  shield ; 
Stand  fast  in  faith— fight  for  your  king— 
And  soon  the  vict'ry  you  shall  win. 

Kelly.  174.     L.  M.  Antigua. 

The  voice  of  mercy. 

1  I  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes  from  far. 

From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad. 
It  soothes  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear; 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 

2  And  is  it  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice? 
And  ratiier  choose  in  sin  to  die 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice? 

3  Alas,  for  those  !— the  day  is  near 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more. 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 
The  voice  they  would  not  hear  before. 

4  With  such,  I  own,  I  once  appear'd  ; 

But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss  ! 
For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard 
Than  mercy  utters  from  the  cross. 

5  But  let  me  not  forget  to  own, 

That,  if  I  differ  aught  from  those, 
127 


175,  176.    SINNERS  CONVERTED. 

'Tis  due  to  sov'reioTi  grace  alone, 
That  oft  selects  its  proudest  foes. 

Collyer.  17^.     c.  m.  Jordan, 

Herein  is  love.     1  John  iv.  10. 

1  YE  saints,  assist  me  in  my  song — 

Let  all  your  passions  move ; 
To  Jesus  all  the  notes  belong — 
I  sing  redeemmg  love. 

2  Opposing  spirits  'gainst  his  cross 

Their  force  united  prove  ; 
But  quit  the  field,  with  mighty  loss, 
Crush'd  by  redeeming  love. 

3  Around  the  circle  of  his  friends 

His  tender  passions  move  ; 
And  while  he  liv'd  his  constant  theme 
Was  still  redeeming  love, 

4  Gently  he  rais'd  his  sacred  hands 

Before  his  last  remove, 
And  the  last  whispers  of  his  tongue 
Sigh'd  forth  redeeming  love. 

5  Through  life's  wide  waste,  with  weary  feet, 

In  darkness  I  may  rove ; 

But  never  can  my  heart  forget 

Redeeming,  dying  love. 

6  O,  that  before  his  sacred  throne 

I  all  its  sweets  may  prove  : 
Still,  as  my  pleasures  rise,  my  song 
Shall  be  redeeming  love. 

Union.  176.    8.  7.  4.    Westborough. 

The  surrender. 
1  WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer  ! 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine. 
12S 


SIN>'ERS    CONVERTED.  177. 

Lord  !  I  make  a  full  surrender — 
Everj'  power  and  thought  be  thine. 

Thine  entirely — 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  hell  will  disappear; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession 
When  thev  find  the  Lord  is  near. 

Shout;  O  Zion  !— 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here  ! 

Tatlock.  ITT.    L.  M.     Rockingham. 

1  FAR  from  the  fold,  O  God,  my  feet 

Once  mov'd  in  error's  devious  maze, 
Nor  found  religious  duties  sweet, 

Nor  sought  thy  face,  nor  lov'd  thy  ways. 

2  With  tend'rest  voice  thou  bad'st  me  flee 

The  paths  which  thou  could'st  ne'er  approve, 
And  gently  drew  my  soul  to  thee 
With  cords  of  sweet,  eternal  love. 

3  Now  to  thy  footstool.  Lord,  I  fly, 

And  low  in  self-abasement  fall ; 
A  vile,  a  helpless,  worm,  I  lie, 
And  thou,  my  God,  art  all  in  all. 

4  Dearer,  far  dearer,  to  my  heart 

Than  all  the  joys  that  earth  can  give, 
From  fame,  from  wealth,  from  friends,  I'd  part 
Beneath  thy  countenance  to  live. 

5  And  when,  in  smiling  friendship  drest, 

Death  bids  me  quit  this  mortal  frame, 
Gently  reclin"d  on  Jesus"  breast. 
My  latest  breath  shall  bless  his  name. 

6  Then  my  unfetler'd  soul  shall  rise. 

And  soar  above  yon  starry  spheres — 
0  '129 


178.  SINNERS    CONVERTED. 

Join  the  lull  chorus  of  the  skies, 

And  sing  ihy  praise  through  endless  years. 

178.     p.  M.  Bristol. 

Tihe  new  convert.    John  xiii.  17. 

1  O,  HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  !— 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

When  at  first  I  believ'd, 

What  true  joy  I  receiv'd  ! 
What  a  heav'n  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long. 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song : 

O,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suflfer'd  and  died 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me  ! 

5  O,  the  rapturous  height 
Ofthatholy  delia;ht 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ! 
Of  my  Saviour  possest, 
130 


SINNERS    CONVERTED.  179. 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

Brown.  179.     c.  p.  m.  Rapture. 

The  true  Convert. 

1  WHEN  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd. 
Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breast 

,    Would  past  offences  trace, 
Trembling,  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet,  pleas'd,  behold,  admiring  too, 
The  power  of  changing  grace. 

2  This  tongue,  with  blasphemies  defil'd, 
These  feet,  to  erring  paths  beguil'd, 

In  heav"nly  league  agree  ; 
Who  would  believe  such  lips  could  praise, 
Or  think  from  dark  and  winding  ways 

I  e'er  should  turn  to  thee  ? 

3  These  eyes,  that  once  abus'd  the  light, 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  wat'ry  sight. 

And  weep  a  silent  flood  : 
These  hands  are  rais'd  in  ceaseless  pray'r; 
O,  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear 

In  pure  redeeming  blood. 

4  These  ears,  that  once  could  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,  the  festive  strain, 

Around  the  sinful  board, 
Now,  deaf  to  all  th'  enchanting  noise, 
Avoid  the  throng,  detest  their  joys. 

And  long  to  hear  thy  word. 

5  Thus  art  thou  serv'd  in  every  part : 

Go  on,  bless'd  Lord,  to  cleanse  my  heart — 

That  drossy  thing  refine, 
That  grace  may  nature's  powers  control, 
131 


180,  181.     SINNERS  CONVERTED. 

And  a  new  creature — body,  soul — 
Be  all  and  wholly  thine. 

Newton.  180,     c.  >i.    Peterborough. 

Old  things  have  passed  away.    2  Cor.  v.  17. 

1  LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue ; 

It  has  no  charms  for  me. 

Once  I  admir'd  its  tnfles,  too, 

But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please — 

No  more  content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day 

The  stars  are  all  conceal'd, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice  ; 

I  bid  them  all  depart. 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  ? 

6  Yes  !  though  of  sinners  I'm  the  worst. 

I  cannot  doubt  thy  will ; 
For  if  thou  hadst  not  lov'd  me  first, 
I  had  refus'd  thee  still. 

Y.  C.  C.  181.    L.  M.  Portugal. 

The  new  convert  humbled.     Ezek.  xv.  1. 
1  LIKE  Israel,  safe  upon  the  shore, 
Who  thought  the  conflict  all  was  o'er, 
132 


SINNERS    CONVERTED.   182,  183. 

Young  converts  view  the  frightful  train 
Of  all  their  foes  forever  slain  ; 

2  But  soon,  with  sick'ning  heart,  survey 
The  perils  of  the  desert  way. 

The  power  of  sin  revives  again, 

And  all  their  hopes  seem  false  and  vain. 

3  The  morning  surs,  that  shone  so  hright, 
Is  shroudedln  the  gloom  of  night  : 
Hopeless  the  victor's  crown  to  win, 
They  yield  ere  they  the  fight  begin. 

4  But  Jesus  calls  them  to  the  field— 

"  Come,  gird  on  harness,  sword,  and  shield; 
Stand  fast  in  faith— fight  for  your  King— 
My  grace  shall  strength  and  vict'ry  bring." 

Hoskins.  18S.     l.  m.     Old  Hundred. 

Whereas  I  was  blind,  now  I  see.     John  ix.  25. 

1  NOW  let  my  soul  with  wonder  trace 
The  Saviour's  miracles  of  grace; 
Now  let  my  lips  and  life  record 
The  loving  kindness  of  the  Lord. 

2  Till  late  I  fancied  all  was  well, 
Though  walking  in  the  road  to  hell: 
But  now,  through  grace  divinely  free, 
I,  who  was  blind,  am  brought  to  see. 

3  Long  did  I  on  the  law  rely, 

And  pass  the  Friend  of  sinners  by; 
But  what  a  glorious  mystery  ! 
Though  I  was  blind,  yet  now  I  see  ! 

Newton.  183.     7.  Granby. 

Sovereign  grace.     Luke  xxiii.  39 — 43. 
1  SOVEREIGN  grace  hath  pow'r  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 

133 


184.  SINNERS    CONVERTED. 

And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucify'd, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died  : 
One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death ; 
Perish'd,  as  too  many  do, 

With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touch'd  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case  ; 
Faith  receiv'd  to  own  the  Lord 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr'd. 

5  "  Lord,"  he  pray'd,  "  remember  me 
When  in  glory  thou  shall  be." 

"  Soon  with  me,"'  the  Lord  replies, 
*'  Thou  shalt  be  in  paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace,  indeed  ! 
Grace  bestow'd  in  time  of  need  ! 
Sinners,  trust  in  .lesus'  name — 
You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 

Cennick.  184.     7.  Nuremburg. 

Pilgrims. 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing- 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  trav'lling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

134 


,      SINNERS    CONVERT'ED.  185. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest : 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepar'd  ; 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land: 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord  !  submissive  may  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  thdu  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

Hoskins.  185.     cm.   Lanesborough. 

Jailer's  conversion.     Acts  xvi.  30,  31. 

1  LORD,  we  adore  thy  matchless  ways 

In  bringing  souls  to  thee  ; 
We  sing  and  shout  eternal  praise 
For  grace  so  full  and  free. 

2  Thy  grace  pervades  the  prison's  gloom, 

And  shines  with  lustre  there  ; 
Thy  pow'r  can  bring  a  jailer  home. 
With  trembling,  hope,  and  fear. 

3  "  What  must  I  do,"  the  jailer  cries, 

"  To  save  my  sinking  soul  7" 
"  Believe  in  Christ,"  the  word  replies; 
"  Thy  faith  shall  make  thee  whole." 

4  Our  works  are  all  the  works  of  sin, 

Our  nature  quite  deprav'd  : 

Jesus  alone  can  make  us  clean  ; 

By  grace  are  sinners  sav'd. 

5  "  Believe,  believe,"  the  gospel  cries, 

''  This  is  the  living  way  :" 

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186,   187.  SINNERS  CONVERTED. 

From  faith  in  Christ  our  hopes  arise, 
And  shine  to  perfect  day. 

Dobell.  1 86.     L.  M.  Leyden. 

Behold  he  pniyelh.     Acts  \x.  11. 

1  SINCE,  Lord,  thy  mighty  grace  did  call 
A  bloody,  persecuting  Saul, 

Let  none  despair;  here  God  displays 
His  sov'reign  pow'r — "  Behold  he  prays." 

2  The  soul  that's  truly  born  of  God 
Delights  to  run  the  heav'nly  road  : 

He  mourns  for  sin,  and  liates  the  ways 
Which  lead  to  death — "  Behold  he  prays." 

3  Now  wisdom's  ways  are  his  delight, 
And  Christ  is  precious  in  his  sight: 
With  shame  he  views  his  ill-spent  days, 
And  now  "  behold  the  sinner  prays." 

4  Grace  is  the  theme  his  soul  explores  ; 
A  God,  in  Christ,  his  soul  adores  ; 
Before  the  cross  his  fears  he  lays. 
And  now  to  God  "  behold  he  prays." 

5  He  flies  from  works  to  Jesus'  blood, 
Yet  proves  by  works  he's  born  of  God  : 
He  runs  with  joy  in  Zion's  ways, 

And  to  his  God  "  behold  he  prays." 

Doddridge.  187.     l.  m.  Stonefield. 

The  happy  choice.     Hos.  xi.  4. 
1  O,  HAPPY  day,  that  fix'd  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
136 


SINNERS    CONVERTED.  188. 

2  'Tis  done  !  the  great  transaction's  done ! 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

3  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart — 

Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest:  • 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part 
When  call'don  angel's  bread  to  feast? 

4  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow,  renewal,  shall  daily  hear  ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Dobell.  188.     7.  Benevento. 

Praise  for  conversion.     Ps.  Ixvi.  16. 

1  YE  that  fear  the  Lord,  attend, 

Whilst  with  gratitude  I  tell 
How  his  interposing  hand 

Sav'd  me  from  the  lov/est  hell. 

2  When  my  sins  appear'd  in  view 

Numberless  and  infinite  ; 

All  my  works  and  duties,  too, 

Filthy  in  Jehovah's  sight; 

3  When  my  conscience  groan'd  beneath 

Sinai's  dire  avenging  rod  ; 
When  my  doom,  eternal  dealh, 
Thunder'd  from  the  law  of  God  ; — 

4  Then,  O  then,  the  Saviour  came — 

Stood  between  the  law  and  me— 
Satisfy'd  its  highest  claim., 
And  sustain'd  its  penalty. 

6  0,  what  bliss  divine  I  felt 

When  my  ransom  I  could  see, 

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189,  190.  SINNERS  CONVERTED. 

Bearing  all  my  sin  and  guilt 
In  his  body  on  the  tree  ! 

6  Bless  the  Saviour,  all  above ! 
Swell  the  chorus,  ye  below, 
Who  enjoy  his  sov'reign  love, 
And  his  tender  mercies  know. 

Swain.  180.     8.7.      Worthington. 

Praise  for  conversion.     Jer.  xxxi.  3. 

1  ON  the  brink  of  fiery  ruin, 

Justice,  with  a  flaming  sword, 
Was  my  guilty  soul  pursuing 
When  I  first  beheld  my  Lord. 

2  "  Sinner!"  he  exclaim'd,  "  I've  lov'd  thee 

With  an  everlasting  love  ; 
Justice  has  in  me  approv'd  thee ; 
Thou  shalt  dwell  with  me  above." 

3  Sweet  as  angel's  notes  in  heav'n, 

When  to  golden  harps  they  sound, 
Is  the  voice  of  sins  forgiv'n 
To  the  soul  by  Satan  bound, 

4  Sweet  as  angel's  harps  in  glory 

Was  that  heav'nly  voice  to  me. 
When  I  saw  my  Lord  before  me 
Bleed  and  die  to  set  me  free  ! 

5  Saints,  attend  with  holy  wonder  ! 

Sinners,  hear  and  sing  his  praise  ! 

'Tis  the  God  that  holds  the  tnunder 

Shows  himself  the  God  of  grace  I 

Doddridge.  100.     cm.  Nichols. 

Returning  to  Zion.     Isa.  xxxv.  10. 
I  SING,  5'e  ransom'd  of  the  Lord — 
Your  great  Deliv'rer  sing ! 
13S 


SINNERS    CONVERTED.  191. 

Pilgrims,  forZion's  city  bound, 
Be  joj'ful  in  your  King! 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  hlissful  road. 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  The  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  ev'ry  head, 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength  ; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye 
While  lab'ring  up  the  hill. 

Wingrove.  101.     8.7.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

Love  divine.     Luke  vii.  47. 

1  HAIL,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus  ! 

Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious — 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King 

2  Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heav'n  ! 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much  ? — I'm  much  forgiv'n— 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heav'n, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness  ! 
Love  I  much? — I'm  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

139 


192.  SINNERS    CONVERTED. 

5  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir — 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above: 
While  aslonish'd,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

6  That  blest  moment  I  receiv'd  him 

Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  : 
Love  I  much  ? — I'm  much  forgiv'n — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

"Watts.  19^.     CM.         Cambridge. 

Salvation.     Ps.  Ixxxix.  15. 

1  SALVATION !— O,  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears — 
A  sovereign  halm  for  ev'ry  wound — 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Glory,  honor,  prAise,  and  poicer, 
Be  unto  the  L^mb  forever  ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer  ! 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord  ! 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  Ave  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  ! — let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  ihe  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  Salvation  ! — O  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  ! 
Our  hearts  shall  kindle  at  thy  name  ; 
Thv  praise  inspires  our  songs. 
140 


SINNERS    CONVERTED.   193,  194. 

New  Selec.  193.     11.  Hinton. 

Joy  in  submission  to  Christ. 

1  O  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit ; 
With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at  thy  feet ; 
In  sacrifice  offer  my  soul,  flesh,  and  blood  ;— 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my  God. 

2  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain. 
They  cannot  give  voice  to  this  heav'nly  flame. 
I'm  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  were  mine 

I  could  not  this  mystery  completely  define.         p 

3  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy— O  wondrous  account ! 
My  days  are  immortal— I  stand  on  the  mount ; 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  Jesus  and  angels,  my  kindred  so  dear. 

4  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  blest,— 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest ! 
Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  my  song — 
Thy  grace  shall  inspire  my  glad  heart  and  my 

tongue. 

6  O,  who 's  like  my  Saviour  ?  he 's  Salem's  bright 

king! 
He  smiles,  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to 

sing. 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud 

and  shrill,  .  . 

While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirits  shall  fill. 

Baldwin.  194.     c.  m.     Brattle  Street. 

Tlie  year  of  the  redeemed.     Isa.  Ixiii.  4. 
1  COME,  welcome  this  new  year  of  grace, 
Proclaim'd  through  Jesus'  bloodj — 
The  happy  year  of  our  release 
To  seal  our  peace  with  God. 
141 


195. 


SINNERS    CONVERTED. 


2  We  eady  wander'd  from  our  God 

In  the  dark  maze  of  sin  • 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come 
lo  brmgus  back  again. 

3  We  hear  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Proclaim  the  jubilee  : 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come 
lo  set  theransom'd  free. 

4  Ye  aged  saints,  who  long  have  sigh'd 

To  see  this  happy  day, 
Th^  year  of  the  redeem'd  is  come 
To  wipe  your  tears  away. 

5  Ye  lovely  youth,  who  late  have  known 

Ihe  sweets  of  pard'ning  grace, 
The  year  of  the  redeem'd  demands 
1  our  noblest  acts  of  praise. 

S.  B.  Linsley.     195.  •  c.  m. 

The  happy  change. 

1  AS  sailors  toss'd  on  ocean's  bed 

In  that  tremendous  hour  ' 

W^hen  light'nings  -lare,  and  thunders  roll. 
And  winds  conflicting  roar  : 

2  At  length  the  glorious  sun  appears— 

The  clouds  asunder  part  ; 
The  storm  is  past,  the  port 'is  near, 
And  transport  fills  each  heart. 

3  Thus  came  the  sun  of  ris-hteousness 

And  bade  the  tempest^cease, 
^'J^.^lirough  my  dark,  despairing  soul 
Diffus'd  celestial  peace. 

4  How  sweet  the  voice  of  pardon  sounds ! 

\Vhal  music  to  the  soul 
142 


SINNERS    CONVERTED.  11^6- 

When  Jesus  casts  away  our  fears, 
And  speaks,  and  say's,  "  Be  whole  !" 

5  But  O  !  I  want  an  angel's  powers, 

And  heav'nly  harps,  to  sing 

A  convert's  joy,  a  convert's  love, 

For  Jesus,— Saviour  !  King  ! 

6  I  want  eternity's  broad  space 

That  I  may"still  repeat, 
"  Not  unto  us,"  and  cast  my  crown 
At  blest  Emmanuel's  feet. 

D.  Sup.  196.     L.  M.  Portugal. 

Confidence  in  Christ.     1  Cor.  i.  30. 

1  CHRIST  is  my  hope,  my  soul's  desire; 
His  spirit  shall  my  heart  inspire 
With  boundless  wishes  large  and  high. 
And  he  will  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  Christ  is  the  source  of  all  my  bliss. 

My  wisdom,  strength,  and  righteousness, 
My  Joy,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend — 
On  him  alone  will  I  depend. 

3  Christ  is  my  King,  to  rule  and  bless  ; 
He  all  my  sorrows  will  redress  ; 
Whate'er  on  earth  shall  me  befai 
He 's  my  salvation  and  my  all. 

4  Christ  is  my  guide,  and  portion,  too  ; 
I,  in  his  strength,  can  all  things  do ; 
Through  him  I'll  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  outbrave. 


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197.  PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM. 


PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM. 


y.  C.  C.  197.     CM.  Marlow. 

The  young  convert's  m^ditation  respecting  a  profession  of 

religion. 

1  AND  canst  thou  then  believe,  my  soul, 

That  Jesus  is  thy  friend  ? 
That  he  his  love  hath  fix'd  on  thee, — 
That  love  which  cannot  end  ? 

2  If  thou  in  truth  his  pow'r  hast  known. 

And  felt  his  changing  grace, 

Thy  duty  'tis  his  church  to  join, 

And  give  him  all  the  praise. 

3  He  sa}'-s  to  each  regen'rate  soul, 

"  Confess  thy  Saviour,  God  :" 
His  great  command  I  will  obey ; 
I  love  his  holy  word. 

4  But  will  the  saints,  the  sons  of  God, 

Believe  that  I,  so  vile, 
Have  felt  thy  sovereign  love,  rny  Lord, 
And  seen  thy  gracious  smile  1 

6  What  shall  I  do  if  they  refuse. 
And  say,  I  know  thee  not  ? 
Dear  Saviour,  wilt  ihou  smile  on  me 
If  this  should  be  my  lot? 

6  Mv  case  I  humbly  leave  with  thee. 
Duty  alone  is  mine  ! 
In  duty's  pleasant  path  I  shall 
Behold  thv  glory  shine. 
144 


PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM.   198,  199. 

Y.  C.  C.  108.     s.  M.  Linstead. 

Confessing  Christ  in  baptism.     Mat.  xii.  30. 

1  WE  dare  no  longer  stand 

As  neuters  to  thy  cause  ; 
But,  by  the  help  of  grace,  we'll  yield 
Obedience  to  thy  laws. 

2  Into  the  watery  tomb 

We  cheerfully  descend. 

In  token  of  our  faith  and  love 

To  our  celestial  Friend. 

3  Lord,  meet  us  here  this  day, 

Who  come  to  do  thy  will : 
Grant  us  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord — 
Thy  proniis'd  grace  fulfil. 

4  Descend,  O  heavenly  Dove, 

And  wing  our  souls  away 
Up  to  the  bright  and  heav'nly  joys 
Of  everlasting  day. 

Montgomery.        100.     7.  Sov.  Grace. 

Seeking  the  fellowship  of  the  saints.    Kuth  i.  16. 

1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  bums, 

Oh,  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam. 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave : 
Where' you  dwell  shall  be  my  home  ; 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
10  145 


200,201.  PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM. 

Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore  ; 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  miae  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more — 

Ev'ry  idol  I  resign. 

TTatts.  200.     c.  M.  Rochester. 

Holy  fortitude.    2  Tim.  ii.  3. 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross— 

A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb— 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Shall  I  be  carried  to  the  skies  ^ 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  saii'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  us  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure,  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign : 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord, 
To  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  shame, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  The  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  : 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar 
With  faith's  discerning  eye. 

B.  901  •    c.  M.  Dundee. 

Vow3.    Rom.  X.  10. 
I  WITNESS,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
146 


,  PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM.  202. 

'       To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, — 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break  : 

2  That  Ion?  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
I  Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 

Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Nor  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  O,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  vows  to  praise. 

jrigg.  202,    L.  M.      Castle  Street. 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ.    Mark  viii.  38. 

1  JESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee? 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  ancrels  praise  ! 
"Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  Sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  beniglued  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  Just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  : 
'Twas  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star !  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !— that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend! 

.    No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

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203. 


PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM. 


6  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  Yes,  I  may 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe — no  good  to  crave — 
No  fears  to  quell — no  soul  to  save . 

6  His  institutions  would  I  prize  ; 
Take  up  my  cross — the  shame  despise  ; 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

Y.  C.  C.  903.     L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

Immersion  the  appointed  mode.    Mat.  iii.  15—17. 

1  WHEN  we  baptize,  we  see  the  mode 
In  honor'd  Jordan's  swelling  flood. 
We're  deaf  to  vain  tradition's  voice; 

The  way  Christ  chose  becomes  our  choice. 

2  Down  in  the  stream  they  both  descend, 
And  John  immers'd  the  sinner's  Friend; 
Out  of  the  water  straightway  came 
The  Church's  Head,  th'  obedient  Lamb. 

3  The  Baptist  saw  the  heavenly  dove 
Descend  from  op'ning  heavens  above ; 
And  now  the  Father's  voice  is  heard 
Approving  the  incarnate  word  ; 

4  "  This  is  my  beloved  Son ; 

Well  pleas'd  am  I  with  what  he's  done  ; 
In  all  things  he  my  will  obeys  ; — 
Then  hear  and  trust  whate'er  he  says." 

6  Now,  ye  believing  souls,  regard 
Th'  example  of  your  glorious  Lord  ; 
Walk  in  his  honor'd  paths,  and  prove 
How  much  your  souls  his  precepts  love. 
148 


PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM.  204. 

y.  C.  C.  S04.     P.M.  Helmsley. 

Lore,  the  essence  of  obedience.     Mat.  viii.  22. 

1  O,  YE  blood-wash'd,  ransom'd  sinners, 

Highly  favor'd  of  the  Lord, 
Now  ye  prove  your  love  to  Jesus 
By  regarding  thus  his  word. 
Rise  and  follow,  rise  and  follow, 
Rise  and  follow  Christ  your  Lord. 

2  See  his  wat'ry  tomb  before  you  ; 

Hear  him  echo,  •'  Follow  me  ;" 
For,  beneath  the  streams  of  Jordan, 

Christ  your  great  Redeemer  lay. 
Rise  and  follow,  rise  and  follow, 
Rise  and  follow  Christ  to-day. 

3  Yes,  beneath  those  honor'd  waters 

Great  Immanuel  was  bapliz'd  ; 
Out  of  which  he  then  ascended. 

And  the  Father  was  well  pleas'd 
Let  us  follow,  let  us  follow, 
Let  us  follow  Christ  our  Lord. 

4  Love  constrains  you  all  to  follow 

Jesus  to  his  liquid  grave  : 
Now  look  up ;  expect  his  presence, 
Which  he  promis'd  you  to  have 
While  you  follow,  while  you  follow, 
Jesus  to  his  liquid  grave.' 

5  Jesus,  come  !  thine  approbation 

May  we  gladly  sec  and  feel ; 
Cause,  O  cause,  the  heavens  to  open, 
And  thy  wondrous  love  reveal ; 
And  we'll  follow,  and  we'll  follow, 
And  we'll  follow  thee,  our  all. 

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205,  206.   PROFESSION  ^ND  BAPTISM. 

Burnham.  20S.    l.  m.         Hamburg 

Prayer  for  the  candidates. 

1  NOW,  thou  exalted  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Behold  the  subjects  of  thy  grace  : 
Drawn  by  the  pleasing  cords  of  love, 
In  wisdom's  ways  they  sweetly  move. 

2  When  in  the  water  they  descend, 
There  may  they  meet  the  sinner's  Friend, 
Smiling  from  yonder  blissful  throne- 
Sending  immortal  blessings  down. 

3  O,  may  they  find,  beneath  the  wave, 
That  Christ  is  in  the  liquid  grave  ; 
May  they  sink  deep  in  love  divine, 
And  feel  the  death  of  self  and  sin. 

4  When  from  the  honor'd  stream  they  rise, 
And  view  the  pleasant  op'ning  skies, 
May  the  bright  beams  of  light  appear, 
Proving  the  Lord  is  truly  here. 

J.  Evans.  S06.     c.  m.  Mear. 

Baptism. 

1  OUR  Nearest  Lord  !  look  from  above 

On  us  assembled  here  ; 
O,  grant  thy  presence,  and  thy  love, 
Our  fainting  minds  to  cheer. 

2  Here  we  are  come  to  be  baptiz'd ; 

His  wise  commands  obey 
Who  has  his  own  life  sacrific'd 
To  take  our  sins  away. 

3  No  merit  in  the  mode  we  claim ; 

We  imitate  our  Head, 
Who,  when  baptiz'd  in  Jordan's  stream, 
Out  of  the  waves  was  led. 
150 


PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM.  207,  208. 

Kirkham.  207.    cm.  Barby. 

Bearing  the  cross.    Mark  viii.  38. 

1  DIDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  sufFer  shame, 

And  hear  the  cross  for  me  1 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  1 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 

To  suffer  shame  or  loss  : 
Oh,  let  me  in  thy  footsteps  tread, 
And  glory  in  thy  cross. 

3  Inspire  mv  soul  with  life  divine. 

And  holy  couras^e  bold ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness,  shme— 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal,  grow  cold. 

4  Sav  to  my  soul,  "  Why  dost  thou  fear 

The  face  of  feeble  clay  7 
Behold,  thv  Saviour,  ever  near, 
Will  guard  thee  in  the  way." 

5  Oh,  how  my  soul  would  rise  and  run 

At  this  reviving  word  ! 
Nor  anv  painful  suff 'rings  shun 
To  follow  thee,  my  Lord  ! 

6  Let  sinful  men  reproach,  defame, 

And  call  thee  what  they  will, 
If  I  may  glorify  thy  name, 
And  be  thy  servant  still. 

Z.  Hymns.        SOS.     8.7.  Greenville. 

Invitation  to  follow  the  Lamb. 
1  CHRISTL^NS,  hear  the  Saviour  call  you  ; 
Listen  to  his  gracious  voice  ; 
Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you 

While  vou  make  this  way  your  choice. 
151 


209,  210.  PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM. 

Jesus  says,  "  Let  each  believer 

Be  baptized  in  mv  name." 
He,  himself,  in  Jordan's  river 

Was  immers'd  beneath  the  stream. 
2  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 

Follow  him  without  delay- 
Gladly  his  command  embracino- : 

Lo  !  your  Captain  leads  the  way. 
V  lew  the  rite  with  understanding. 

Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies  : 
Be  interred  at  his  commanding- 
After  his  example  rise. 

Newton.  209.     cm.     Peterborough. 

After  baptism. 
^  L^T  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those, 
Who,  hoping  in  thy  word, 
Tins  day  have  solemnly  declar'd 
That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 

2  With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance 
And  run  the  Christian  race ;  ' 

And  through  the  troubles  of  the  way 
Find  all-sufficient  grace. 

Doddridge.         SIO.     CM.  Dedham. 

Rom.  vi.  4. 

1  BAPTIZ'D  into  our  Saviour's  death, 

Our  souls  to  sin  must  die  ; 
With  Christ  our  Lord  we  live  anew— 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

2  There  by  his  Father's  side,  he  sits 

^  Enthron'd  divinely  fair ; 
Yet  owns  himself  our  brother  still 
And  our  forerunner  there.  ' 

152 


PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM.  211,  212. 
\ 
3  Rise,  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise, 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ! 
Above,  our  choicest  treasure  lies — 
And  be  our  hearts  above. 

Y.  C.  C.  Sll.     7.  Nuremburg. 

Nothing  can  harm  the  follower  of  Christ. 
1  CHRISTIANS,  if  your  hearts  be  warm 
Ice  and  snow  can  do  no  harm  ; 
If  by  Jesu"s  jou  are  priz'd 
Rise,  believe,  and  be  baptiz'd. 

f   2  Jesus  drank  the  gall  for  you — 
Bore  the  curse  for  sinners  due. 
Children,  prove  your  love  to  him  : 
Never  fear  the  frozen  stream. 

3  Never  shun  the  Saviour's  cross: 
All  on  earth  is  worthless  dross. 
If  the  Saviour's  love  you  feel. 
Let  the  world  behold  your  zeal. 

B.  SIS.     c.  M.  Parma. 

Hinder  me  not.     Gen.  xxiv.  56. 

1  IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  : 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-loT'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go"  with  you. 

2  "  Stay,"  says  the  world,  "  and  taste  awhile 

My  ev'ry  pleasant  sweet." 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  my  soul  replies, 
"  Because  the  way  is  great." 

3  "  Stay,"  Satan,  my  old  master,  cries, 

"  Or  force  shall'thee  detain." 

153 


213.  PROFESSION  AND  BAPTI3M. 

"  Hinder  me  not,  I  will  beeone — 
My  God  has  broke  my  chain." 

4  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

5  Through  duly,  and  through  trials,  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

6  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home 

This  still  my  cry  shall  be, 
Hinder  me  not,  come,  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

Mallery.  913.  Mulberry. 

Welcoming  to  the  church. 

1  COME,  ye  converts,  come  and  welcome  ; 

All  the  saints  are  saying,  come  ; 
Joyfully  we  now  receive  you 

To  the  church,  your  future  home. 
Come  and  welcome,  come  and  welcome, 
In  our  hearts  there  yet  is  room. 

2  Stay  no  longer,  stay  no  longer, 

From  your  blessed  Saviour's  fold  ; 
Come,  dear  vouth,  ye  lambs  of  Jesus, 

He  himself  has  bid  you  come. 
With  his  people,  with  his  people. 
Join  yourselves,  and  be  at  home. 

3  Now  accept  the  pledge  we  give  you 

While  our  hands  with  yours  we  join; 
Let  our  hearts  unite  together 
In  the  bonds  of  love  divine. 
154 


PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM.  214,  215. 

Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 
May  we  all  henceforth  be  thine. 
4  Now  the  vows  of  God  are  on  you 
Be  the  slaves  of  sin  no  more ; 

0  be  humble,  holy,  faithful, 
Till  the  toils  of  life  are  o'er. 

Then,  dear  brethren,  then,  dear  sisters, 
May  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

Sigouraey.         914.    s.  m.  Shirland. 

Before  immersion. 

MINISTERS    AND    ELDERS. 

1  CHOOSE  ye  his  cross  to  bear 

Who  bow'd  to  Jordan's  wave? 
Clad  in  his  armor,  will  ye  dare, 
In  faith,  a  wat'ry  grave  ? 

CANDIDATES. 

2  We  love  his  holy  word ; 

His  precepts  we  obey ; 
Buried  in  baptism  with  our  Lord 
We  seek  to  be  this  day. 

CHOIR. 

3  All  hail !  ye  blessed  band  ! 

Shrink  not  to  do  his  will ; 
In  deep  humility  this  work 
Of  righteousness  fulfil. 

4  Tread  in  the  Saviour's  steps  ; 

Invoke  his  spirit  free  ; 
And  as  he  ope'd  the  gates  of  death 
So  may  your  rising  be. 

Judson.  215,    L.  M.  Wells. 

Following  Christ. 
1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine  ! 
On  these  baptismal  waters  shine, 

155 


218,217.  PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM. 

And  teach  our  hearts,  in  highest  strain, 
To  praise  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 

2  We  love  thy  nanne — we  love  thy  laws — 
And  joyfully  emhraco.  thy  cause  ; 

We  love  thy  cross,  the  shanne,  the  pain, 
O,  Lamb  of  God  !  for  sinners  slain  ! 

3  We  plunge  beneath  tliy  mystic  flood — 
O,  plunge  us  in  thy  cleansing  blood ; 
We  die  to  sin,  and  seek  a  srave 
With  thee,  beneath  the  yielding  wave. 

4  And  as  we  rise,  with  thee  to  live, 
O  let  the  Holy  Spirit  give 

The  sealing  unctioa  from  above, — 
The  breath  of  life,  the  fire  of  love  I 

Judson.  ^10.     L.  M.  Hamburg. 

The  baptism  of  Christ.     Col.  ii.  12. 

1  OUR  Saviour  bow'd  beneath  the  wave. 
And  meekly  sought  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
Come,  see  the  sacred  path  he  trod, — 
A  path  well  pleasing  to  our  God. 

2  His  voice  we  hear,  his  footsteps  trace, 
And  hither  come  to  seek  his  face  ; 

To  do  his  will,  to  feel  his  love, 

And  join  our  songs  with  songs  above. 

3  Hosannas  to  the  Lamb  divine  ! 

Let  endless  glories  round  him  shme  ! 
High  o'er  the  heavens  forever  reign, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain  ! 

Sigourney.  SIT',     s.  m.  Seir. 

The  example  of  Christ. 
1  SAVIOUR,  thy  law  we  love— 
Thy  pure  example  bless, 
156 


PROFESSION  AND  BAPTISM.  218. 

And,  with  affirm,  unwavering  zeal, 
Would  in  thy  footsteps  press. 

2  Not  to  the  fiery  pains 

By  which  the  martyrs  bled — 
Not' to  the  scourge,  tHe  thorn,  the  cross, 
Our  favor'd  feet  are  led  : 

3  But,  at  this  peaceful  tide, 

Assembled  in  thy  fear, 
The  homage  of  obedient  hearts 
We  humbly  offer  here. 

918.     L.  M.  Wells. 

Triala  after  pleasant  obedience.     Mat.  iv.  I. 

1  WHEN  the  eternal  Son  of  God 
Had  been  baptiz'd  in  Jordan's  flood, 
To  the  lone  desert  he  repairs. 

And  sore  temptation  firmly  bears. 

2  Should  you  that  have  been  now  baptiz'd 
Be  thus  with  Satan's  darts  surpris'd, 
Lift  up  to  heaven  your  joyful  eyes — 
Your  hope,  your  htlp,  in  "Jesus'lies. 

3  Never  presume  to  think,  or  say, 

The  stream  hath  wash'd  your  sins  away  : 
Never  depend  on  what  "s  your  own, 
Nor  trust  to  works  nor  duties  done. 

4  Each  rite,  which  truth  and  love  ordain, 
Points  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ; 
Our  wand'ring  thoughts  to  him  they  call, — 
The  centre  and  the  soul  of  all. 

6  Baptiz'd  with  Christ,  be  this  your  aim, 
To  dignify  the  Christian  name : 
With  Turn  aspire  to  things  above, 
And  put  on  Christ  in  faith  and  love. 
Ii57 


219,  220.  DOCTRINE. 


DOCTRINE. 


Epis.  Col.  319.    s.  M.    Blarlborough. 

Depravity.    Job.  xxv.  4. 

1  AH,  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ? 

If  he  contend  in  righteousness 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark, 
With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 

Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God  ! 
Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 

Or  who  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 
Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ! 

The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place  ! 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake  ! 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 
Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 

None,  none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

Stennet.  330  •    l.  m.      "Winchester. 

Atonement.    Job  xxv.  4. 
1  HOW  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 
Great  God,  before  thine  awful  bar  ? 
158 


DOCTRINE. 


221. 


How  may  the  gtiilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  eternal  mind  ? 


2  Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries— 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice— 

Nor  infant  blood,  profusely  spilt— 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 

3  The  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  alone 
Hath  sov'reign  virtue  to  atone  ; 
Here  we  will  rest  our  only  plea 
When  we  approach,  great  God,  to  thee. 

K 231.     11.8.    Zion's  Pilgrim. 

Distinguishing  grace.    Jer.  xxxi.  3. 

1  IN  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise, 

Ye  pilgrims  !  for  Zion  who  press. 
Break  forth,  and  extol  the  great  Ancient  of  days, 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 

2  His  love,  from  eternity  fix'd  upon  you, 

Broke  forth,  and  discover'd  its  flame. 
When  each  with  the  cords  of  his  kindness  he 
drew. 
And  brought  you  to  love  his  great  name. 

3  O,  had  he  not  pitied  the  state  you  were  in 

Your  bosoms  his  love  had  ne'er  felt. 
You  all  would  have  liv'd,  would  have  died,  too, 
in  sin, 
And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt. 

4  What  was  there  in  you  that  could  merit  esteem, 

Or  give  the  Creator  delight  7 
"  'Twas  even  so.  Father !"  you  ever  must  sing, 
"  Because  it  seem'd  good  in  thy  sight." 
6  'Twas  all  of  thy  grace  we  were  brought  to  obey, 
While  others  were  sufFer'd  to  go 

159 


222,  223.  DOCTRINE. 

The  road,  which,  by  nature,  we  chose  as  our 
way — 
Which  leads  to  the  regions  of  wo. 

6  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  his  holy  name — 
To  him  all  the  glory  belongs ; 
Be  yours  the  high  joy  still  to  sound  forth  his  fame, 
And  crown  lum  in  each  of  your  songs. 

Hoskins.  222*     c.  m.       Nottingham. 

Regeneration.     John  iii.  5,  7. 

1  SINNERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard ; 

Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men  ; 
For  Christ  the  Saviour  hath  declar'd 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 

The  sinner's  hoast  is  vain  ; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  depraved — 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin  ; 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  sav'd  ; 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart. 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain ; 
Bear  witness.  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. 

Gibbons.  993*    l.  m.  CasteUow. 

Forgiveness.     Luke  vii.  47. 
I  FORGIVENESS !— 'tis  a  joyful  sound 
To  anxious  souls,  condemn'd  to  die ! 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around  ; 
Ye  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky. 
160 


DOCTRINE.  224, 225. 

2  O'er  sins,  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 

And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size, 
The  seas  of  sov'reign  grace  expand — 
The  seas  of  sov'reign  grace  arise. 

3  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heav'n 

What  grateful  honors  shall  we  show  ? 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiv'n, 
Let  love  in  equal  ardor  glow. 

Doddridge.  994.     l.  m.         Windham. 

Beholding  transgressors.    Ps.  cxix.  158. 

1  SEE  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ! 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name  ! 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son ! 
The  world  abus'd — the  soul  undone! 

2  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
Closing  in  everlasting  night, — 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
Kindled  by  sin,  the  source  of  wo ! 

3  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene  ; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flame. 

4  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves  ; 
Thy  own  all-savmg  arm  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

Stennet.  225,     l.  m.  Rothwell. 

Adoption.    John  i.  12.     1  John  iii.  1. 
I     1  NOT  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth. 
Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 
Such  real  dignity  can  ckin'. 
As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 
11  161 


226.  DOCTRINE. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heav'n, — 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joys  beyond  the  sky. 

3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know. 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go ; 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 

4  When,  through  temptation,  they  rebel, 
His  chast'ning  rod  he  makes  them  feel; 
Then,  with  a  Father's  tender  heart, 

He  soothes  the  pain,  and  heals  the  smart. 

6  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply  ; 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye ; 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heav'n  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

Meth.  Col.         22G,    H.  M.        CarmathoD. 

Justification  by  failh. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  arise  ! 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears; 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands — 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead. 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  The  bleeding  wounds  he  bears. 

Received  on  Calvarv. 
162 


DOCTEINE.  227. 

Now  pour  effectual  prayers, 

And  strongly  speak  for  me  ; — 
Forgive  him,  0  forgive,  ihey  cry, 
Nor  let  that  rausom'd  sinner  die  ! 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

The  dear  anointed  One  ; — 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  hlood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  To  God  I'm  reconciled — 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child  ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear. 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

227.    L.  M.  Truro. 

Safety  of  God's  elect.    Rom.  viii.  34. 

1  SAY,  who  shall  God's  elect  condemn  ? 

'Tis  Christ  who  for  their  ransom  died: 
Rising,  he  intercedes  for  them. 
And  they  in  him  are  justified. 

2  Not  tribulation,  nakedness, 

Not  famine,  peril,  or  the  sword, 
Nor  persecution,  nor  distress, 
Shall  separate  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

3  Nor  life  nor  death,  nor  depth  nor  height, 

Nor  powers  below,  nor  powers  above, 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come. 
Can  change  his  purposes  of  love. 

4  His  sovereign  mercy  knows  no  bounds  ; 

His  faithfulness  shall  still  endure  ; 
163 


228,  229.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

And  those  who  on  his  word  rely 
Shall  find  his  truth  forever  sure. 

Seamen's  Col.    22S,    l.  m.  Tallis. 

Adoption.    Rom.  viii.  15. 

1  LOOK  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, — 
The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 

With  precious  incense  in  his  hands  ! 

2  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan  ; 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer ; 
The  softest  call  before  his  throne 
May  rise,  and  find  acceptance  there. 

3  Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord ! 

With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word 
My  Father,  God,  with  joy  divine. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER  AND 
GRACES. 


Stennett.  SSO.     l.  m.  Truro. 

Warfare.    Eph.  vi.  13—17. 

1  JESUS,  my  King,  proclaims  the  war. 
"  Awake !  the  pow'rs  of  hell  are  near. 
To  arms  !  to  arms  !"  I  hear  him  cry ; 
•'  'Tis  yours  to  conquer,  or  to  die." 

2  Rous'd  by  the  animating  sound 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around, 

164 


AND  GRACES.  230,  231. 

Make  haste  to  gird  my  armor  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone. 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet,  faith  my  shield, 
The  word  of  God  the  sword  I  wield  ; 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

4  Thus  arm'd,  I  venture  on  the  fight, 
Resolv'd  to  put  mv  foes  to  flight, 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
His  conqu'ring  banner  o'er  my  head. 

5  In  him  I  hope — in  him  I  trust — 
His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast : 
Through  troops  of  foes  he  '11  lead  me  on 
To  vici'ry,  and  the  victor's  crown. 

Minstrel.  330.     cm.  Dundee. 

My  father  's  at  the  helm. 

1  'TWAS  when  the  sea,  with  awful  roar, 

A  little  bark  assaii'd. 
And  pallid  fear  's  distracting  power 
O'er  each  on  board  prevail'd — 

2  Save  one,  the  captain's  darling  child, 

Who  steadfast  vicw'd  the  storm. 
And  cheerful  with  composure  smiled 
At  danger's  threat'ning  frown. 

3  "  Why  sporting  thus,"  a  seaman  cried, 

"  While  terrors  overwhelm  ?  " 
"  Why  yield  to  fear?  "  the  boy  replied — 
"  My  father  's  at  the  helm,.''' 

Crultenden.        331*     l.  m.  Wayne. 

Warfare.     Rom.  vii.  23,  25, 
1  WHAT  warlike  natures  dwell  within  ! 
Imperfect  grace — remaining  sin  ! 

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Nor  this  can  reign,  nor  that  prevail, 
Though  each  by  turns  my  heart  assail. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  sroan,  and  die  ; 
Now  raise  my  son^s  of  triumph  high  ; 
Sing  a  rebellious  passion  slain, 

Or  mourn  to  feel  it  live  again. 

3  One  happy  hour  beholds  me  rise, 
Borne  upward  to  my  native  s^ies  ; 
While  faith  assists  my  soaring  flight 
To  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  of  light. 

4  Great  God  !  assist  me  through  the  fight ; 
Make  me  triumphant  in  thy  might ; 
Thou  the  desponding  heart  canst  raise — 
The  vict'ry  mine,  and  thine  the  praise. 

Hart.  Col.  SS9.     l.  m.  Pomfret. 

Isaiah  i.  6. 

1  LORD,  I  'm  defiled  in  every  part — 
Barren  my  life,  and  cold  my  heart ; 

Yet  sometimes,  through  thy  sov'reign  grace, 
1  catch  a  glimpse  of  Jesus'  face. 

2  This  gives  my  drowsy  heart  a  spring— 
I  fain  would  rise,  and  fain  would  sing ; 
But  soon  a  cloud  rolls  in  between, 

All  black  with  some  in-dwelling  sin. 

3  IMy  notes  then  falter  on  my  tongue — 
The  foul  contagion  spoils  my  song; 
But  thou,  who  do*t  the  world  control. 
Speak  but  the  word — I  shall  be  wjiole. 

Harrison.  S33*    l.  m.  Surry. 

Prayi;ig  for  deliverance. 
1  O,  COULD  I  find  some  peaceful  bower 
Where  sin  has  neither  place  nor  power  I 
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This  traitor  vile  I  fain  would  shun, 
But  cannot  from  his  presence  run. 

2  When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee, 
He  stands  between  my  God  and  me ; 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 

I  feel  him  working  in  my  breast. 

3  When  I  attempt  to  soar  above 

To  view  the  heights  of  Jesus'  love, 
This  monster  seems  to  mount  the  skies, 
And  veil  his  glory  from  my  eyes. 

4  Lord,  free  me  from  this  deadly  foe 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  so  low ; 
I  long  to  dwell  in  heav'n,  my  home, 
Where  not  one  sinful  thought  can  come. 

Robinson.  S34.     8.  7.        Greenville. 

The  grateful  recollection. 

1  COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it  !- 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer  ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

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235.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

3  O  !  to  gn*ace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 
Prone  to  wander  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it — 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

y.  C.  C.  935.     L.  M.  Hamburg. 

The  good  old  way.    Jer.  vi.  16. 

1  LIFT  up  5'our  heads,  Immanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasures  Jesus  sends : 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay. 

But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory, 

If  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3  Though  Satan  may  his  power  employ 
Our  peace  and  comfort  to  destroy, 
Yet  never  fear — we  '11  win  the  day, 
And  shout,  and  sing,  the  good  old  way. 

4  O,  good  old  way,  how  good  thou  art ! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart ; 
But  may  our  actions  always  say 
We  're  walking  in  the  good  old  way. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  view  by  faith  the  promis'd  land, 
Then  we  aviU  shout,  and  sin^,  and  pray, 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 

6  Ye  valiant  souls,  for  heaven  contend — 
Remember  life  is  near  its  end  ; 

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AND  GRACES.  236. 

Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

7  When  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 

We  '11  join  with  those  who  've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we  've  gain'd  the  day 
By  walking  in  the  good  old  way. 

New  Col.  SSO^     CM.         Arlington. 

Prove  yourselves.     2  Cor.  xiii.  5. 

1  'Tis  first-of  all  ll^yself  to  know, 

To  feel  the  plague  of  sin, 

Expos'd  to  everlasting  woe, 

And  nothing  good  within. 

2  To  know  thy  wretched  sinful  state 

Averse  to  all  that 's  good  ; 
To  feel  thy  guilt  exceeding  great — 
Thy  heart  opposed  to  God. 

3  To  know  thy  law-condemned  case, 

And  own  the  sentence  just — 
Thy  heart  subdu'd  by  sov'reign  grace, 
And  humbled  in  the  dust. 

4  To  know  the  pangs  of  pious  grief 

For  sins  against  the  Lord  ; 
To  know  that  nought  can  give  relief 
But  trusting  in  his  word. 

5  To  know  that  thou  art  born  of  God — 

Thy  num'rous  sins  forgiv'n — 
Thy  soul  reileem'd  by  Jesus'  blood — 
And  thou  an  heir  of  heav'n. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  cause  thy  love  to  flow. 

Thy  love  my  soul  revives. 
In  darkest  hours  give  me  to  know 
"  That  my  Redeemer  lives." 

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Pres.  Davies.      337.     l.  m.  Castellow. 

Self-examination.     Ps.  cxxxix.  23. 

1  AND  what  am  I  ?  I\Iy  soul,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take  : 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice,  or  in  heart,  appear  ? 

2  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  form'd  and  livmg  there  ? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine, 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action,  shine? 

3  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  me  still; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; — 
Scatter  the  clouds,  which,  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terrors  spread. 

4  May  I  at  that  blest  world  arrive. 

Where  Christ  through  all  my  soul  shall  live, 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there. 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear. 

Newton.  S38.     7.  Hampton. 

Ill  darkness.     Vs.  xxx.  6,  7. 

1  ONCE  I  thought  my  mountain  strong — 

Firmly  fix'd  no  more  to  move  ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  fill;^  with  love 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew — 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  pow'r  ; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew  ; 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour  ! 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  "flight ; 
Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 
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AND  GRACES.  239,  240. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul ; 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive  ; 

Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole  ; 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive  ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free — 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 

Newton.  339.     8.  Goshen. 

Creation  unsatisfying  without  Christ. 
1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flow'rs, 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  with  me. 
8  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

3  While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine,  • 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 
And  why  are  my  v/inters  so  long  ? 

5  O,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky ! 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee  on  high, 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

Fawcett.  34©,     8.  7.  4.  Suffolk. 

Hope  encouraged.     Ps.  xlii.  5. 
1  O,  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  7 
Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 
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241.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness  ; 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone  ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 

Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay  ? 

Thou  shalt  conquer 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee  J 

From  without  and  from  within,  1 

Jesus  saith  he  '11  ne'er  forget  thee,  » 

But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin ! 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 
Soon  he  '11  bring  thee  home  to  God  ! 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 
6  O,  that  I  could  now  adore  him 
Like  the  heav'nly  host  above, 
Who  forever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 

Happy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 

Baldwin.  941.     8.  Baldwin. 

Union  Hymn. 
I  FROM  whence  does  this  union  arise 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  ? 
That  fastens  our  souls  in  such  lies 
As  nature  and  time  can't  remove  ? 
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842. 


2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuers  ground, 
And  Jesus'  rich  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love  f 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  O,  why  then  so  loth  now  to  part. 

Since  -vC-e  shall  ere  long  meet  again  7 
Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  Though  call'd  to  resimi  up  our  breath, 

And  quit  these  frail  bodies  of  clay. 

When  freed  from  corruption  and  death, 

We  '11  unite  in  the  regions  of  day. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glories  shall  see ; 
There  sing  Hallelujah,  Amen ! 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

Lyre.  94S.     cm.      Bloomgrove. 

Longing  for  the  image  of  Christ. 
X  O,  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God— 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne — 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Belie vmg,  true,  and  clean  ! 

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243,244.  ciiRisTiAN  character 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good,— 
A  copy.  Lord  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come,  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

Stennett.  SS43.     c.  m.  Ar.liford. 

The  better  choice.     Ps.  iv.  6. 

1  IN  vain  the  giddy  world  inquires 

(Forgetful  of  their  God) 
"  Who  will  supply  our  vast  desires, 
Or  show  us  any  good  ?  " 

2  Through  the  wide  circuit  of  the  earth 

Their  eager  wishes  rove, 
In  chase  of  honor,  wealth,  and  mirth, — 
The  phantoms  of  their  love. 

3  But  oft  these  shadowy  joys  elude 

Their  most  intense  pursuit ; 

Or,  if  they  seize  the  fancied  good, 

There's  poison  in  the  fruit. 

4  Lord,  from  this  world  call  off  my  love — 

Set  my  affections  right ; 
Bid  me  aspire  to  joys  above, 
And  walk  no  more  by  sight. 

Lyre.  244.     c.  m.  Howard. 

Deliverance  from  sin. 
1  I  ASK  the  gift  of  righteousness. 
The  sin-subduing  power, — 
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245. 


Power  to  believe,  and  go  ia  peacf 
And  never  ^ieve  thee  more. 

2  I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  seal'd— 

The  libertv  from  sin — 
The  grace  in'fus'd— the  love  reveal'd— 
The  kingdom  fix'd  within. 

3  Thou  hear'st  me  for  salvation  pray ; 

Thou  seest  my  heart's  desire  ; 
Make  ready  in  thy  powerful  day— 
Thy  fulness  I  require. 

4  My  vehement  soul  cries  out,  oppress'd, 

Impatient  to  be  freed! 
Nor  can  I,  Lord,  nor  will  I,  rest, 
Till  I  am  saved  indeed, 

5  Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe- 

So  arm  me  with  thy  power, 
That  I  to  sin  mav  never  cleave, 
May  never  feel  it  more. 

Heath.  945.     s.  m.  Linstead. 

Watch  and  pray.    Mat.  xxvi.  41. 

1  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise, 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  ev'ry  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'r^'  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  : 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  hast  gain'd  thy  crown. 
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Rippon.  946.     c.  M.  Clifford. 

Self-denial.     Mark  viii.  34. 

1  AND  must  I  part  wiiU  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go — one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  live*, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compar'd  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair ! 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain, 
Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

Broaddus'  Col.   947,     c.  m.     Wethersfield. 

Happy  child  of  grace. 

1  HOW  happy  ev'ry  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiv'n  ! 
This  earth,  he  says,  is  not  my  place — 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven, 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight ; 

Yet,  O !  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 

The  heaven  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  0  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heav'nly  power 
And  antedate  that  dav. 
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AND  GRACES.  248,  249. 

We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  jjresence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

And  kt  the  vessel  break. 
And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ! 
In  rapturous  awe  on  Him  to  gaze 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity  ! 

Z.  Hymns.  948.    cm.  Ludlow. 

Backsliding  and  returning. 

1  HOW  far,  alas,  in  sinful  ways, 

How  far  from  God,  I've  gone  ! 

And  now  I  mourn  in  painful  lays — 

Ah  !  Lord,  what  have  I  done  ? 

2  To  sin,  and  Satan's  bold  demand, 

I  was  a  willing  prey  ; 
He  was  not  readier  to  command 

Than  I  was  to  obey. 
S  Perchance  the  tempter  left  my  heart — 

Yet  still  his  work  went  on  ; 
I  acted  o'er  this  dreadful  part — 

Ah  !  Lord,  what  have  I  done  ? 

4  Saviour,  almighty  and  divine, 

I've  slighted  all  thy  charms  ; 
Restore  me  from  this  sad  decline, 
Nor  thrust  me  from  thine  arms. 

Newton.  349.     cm.  Newton: 

1  BLESS'D  Saviour  !  by  thy  powerful  word 
Once  night  was  tum'd  to  day  ; 
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And  thy  salvation  joy  restor'd 
Which  I  had  sinn'd  away. 

2  'Twas  then  I  wonder'd  and  ador'd 

To  see  thy  grace  divine  ; 
I  felt  thv  love,  I  prais'd  the  Lord, 
Who  made  such  blessings  mine. 

3  Wilt  thou  not  still  vouchsafe  to  own 

A  wretch  so  vile  as  I  ? 
May  I  not  still  approach  thy  throne, 
And,  Abba,  Fattier,  cry  ? 

4  Lord,  speak  that  gracious  word  again, 

And  cheer  my  drooping  heart ; 
No  voice  but  thine  can  soothe  my  pain. 
Or  bid  my  fears  depart. 

Newton.  250.    5. 6.      Port.  Hymn. 

I  will  trust.    Isa.  xii.  5. 

1  BEGONE,  unbelief! 

My  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  mv  relief 

Will  surely  appear. 
By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle, 

'And  he  will  perform  : 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 

I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Determin'd  to  save. 

He  watch'd  o'er  my  path 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave, 

I  sported  with  death  : 
And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me, 

To  put  me  to  shame  T 
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3  Why  should  I  complain 

Of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? 

He  told  me  no  less. 
The  heirs  of  salvation 

I  know,  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation 

Must  follow  their  Lord. 

4  Though  dark  be  my  way, 

Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey — 

'Tis  his  to  provide. 
His  way  was  much  rougher 

And  darker  than  mine  : 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer, 

And  shall  I  repine  ? 

5  His  love  in  time  past 

Forbids  me  to  think 
He  '11  leave  me  at  last 

In  trouble  to  sink. 
Though  painful  at  present, 

'Twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  O  how  pleasant 

The  conqueror's  song ! 

251.    5.6.  Walsal. 

The  ravens.     Luke  xii.  24. 
1  KIND  teacher  and  Lord  ! 

Thy  wisdom  we  bless, 
Who  dost  in  thy  word 

This  precept  express ; 
May  we  from  the  heavens 

This  counsel  receive, 
Consider  the  ravens, 

And  learn  to  believe. 

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2  They  sow  not,  nor  reap, 

Nor  gather  in  store, 
Have  nothing  to  keep, 

Yet  never  are  poor. 
If  God,  in  the  heavens, 

Made  nothing  in  vain. 
Consider  the  raven.t, 

And  never  complain, 

3  Your  every  need 

He  '11  surely  supply, 
And  all  his  saints  fieed 

With  bread  from  the  sky. 
On  him,  in  the  heavens. 

Continue  to  call — 
Consider  the  ravens, 

And  trust  him  for  all. 

4  Your  wants  may  be  great, 

And  friends  may  be  few ; 
Yet  on  him  still  wait 

Whatever  you  do  : 
For  he  in  the  heavens 

Well  knows  what  you  need- 
Consider  the  ravens 

His  children  shall  feed. 

6  O  doubt  not  his  care, 

His  truth,  nor  his  love, 
Which  kindly  you  share. 

And  constantly  prove. 
When  you  against  heaven 

To  murmur  begin, 
Consider  the  ravens, 

And  blush  for  your  sin. 

6  Still,  Lord,  while  below 

A  pilgrim  I  stay, 
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AND  GRACES.  252. 

Thy  bounty  bestow, 

Thy  kindness  display. 
To  thee  in  the  heavens 

I'll  lift  up  my  voice — 
Consider  the  ravens, 

And  always  rejoice. 

Bait.  Col.  So^.     c.  M.  Meriden. 

Descriplioii  of  the  children  of  God. 

1  WHAT  poor  despised  company 

Of  travellers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way 
Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

2  Ah  !  these  are  of  a  royal  line — 

All  children  of  a  king  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine — 
And  lo  !  for  joy  they  sing. 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 

And  Avhy  so  much  despis'd  ? 
Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen 
The  world  is  not  appriz'd. 

4  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 
Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod — 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

5  Why  must  they  shun  the  pleasant  path 

That  worldlings  love  so  well? 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death — 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

6  What,  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  hsppy  ground  ? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God — 
None  other  can  be  found. 

181 


253,254.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 


Madan's  Col. 


259.    7 


Turin. 


Adieu  to  the  vain  world. 

1  WORLD,  adieu  !  thou  real  cheat ! 

Oft  have  thy  deceitful  charms 
Fill'd  my  heart  with  fond  conceit, 

Foolish  hopes,  and  false  alarms. 
Now  I  see,  as  clear  as  day, 
How  thy  follies  pass  away. 

2  Vain  thy  entertaining  sights  ; 

False  thy  promises  renew'd  ; 
All  the  pomp  of  thy  delights 

Does  but  natter  and  delude. 
Thee  I  quit  for  heav'n  above, — 
Object  of  the  noblest  Jove. 

3  Let  not.  Lord,  my  wand'ring  mind 

Follow  after  fleeting  toys, 
Since  in  thee  alone  I  find 

Solid  and  substantial  joys, — 
Joys  that,  never  overpast, 
Through  eternity  shall  last. 


10.  11.  Walsal. 

Gen.  xxii.  8,  10,  11. 


Newton.  S54. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

1  THOUGH  troubles-  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide — 
The  Scripture  assures  us'tke  Lord  will  provide. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  or  storehouses  are  fed ; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  in  our  Head. 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  lost ; 

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AND  GRACES.  255. 

Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages  the  Lord  willprovide. 

4  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodness,.we  claim; 
Yet,  since  we  have  known  the  Saviour's  great 

name, 
In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we'll  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
This  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through : 
Not  feariiig  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting  "  the  Lord  will  pko- 

VIDE." 

Cowper.  255,     7.  Hotham. 

Christian  under  temptation.     Ps.  Ivii.  1. 

1  JESUS  !  lover  of  mj^  soul ! 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide — 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  "leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to^pardon  all  my  sin ; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound,  A 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within.  /J 

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256,  257.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freelj^  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart — 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Wesley.  ^^6*     s.  m.  Olmutz, 

Watchfulness  and  prayer. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have ; 

A  God  io  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil  ; — 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  O  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely — 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray 

I  shall  forever  die. 

Swain.  257,     11.  8.  ^  Weston. 

Glory  of  Christ.     Soug  v.  9—16.  ^ 

1  O  THOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  de- 

light!  . 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ! 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night! 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ! 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with  thy 

sheep^ 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love? 
184 


AND  GRACES.  258. 

Say,  "why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  Avilderness  rove  7 

3  O  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  '? 
Thy  foe's  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see. 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare — have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone. 

This  is  my  beloved  :  his  form  is  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odors  around — 

The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine. 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

6  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fiU'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise"  of  the  Lord. 

Doddridge.         958.    c.  m.  Dundee. 

Love  to  Christ.     John  xviii.  15. 

1  DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  7 

Behold  my  heart  and  see. 
And  turn  each  worthless  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  7 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  ev'ry  joy 
Which  thou  dost  not  approve. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  beat 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

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259.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord- 

But  yet  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

Newton.  Sod*     7.         Nuremburg. 

Lovest  thou  me  ?    John  xxi.  15. 

1  'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought : — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain — 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove — 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain — 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild. 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read. 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 
You  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will- 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall : 
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260.  AND  GRACES. 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  Sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

8  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help-me  to  begin  to-day. 

Moravian.  360.     l.  m.  Uxbridge. 

Prayer  for  grace. 

1  O  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light. 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Freed  from  these  bonds,  and  joiu'd  to  thee. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains — refine  its  dross — 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  ! 
Hallow  each  thought — let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  ; 
No  foes,  no  violence,  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinking  deep  in  waves  of  wo, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart. 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  hettrt. 

5  O,  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

Where  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain,  shall  cease — 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  all  is  peace. 

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261.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

Haweis.  961*     c.  m-.        Canterbury. 

Lord,  remember  me.     Luke  xxiii.  4'2. 

1  O  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  hit  my  soul  to  thee  ; 
In  all  inv  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  on  my  achin?,  burden'd  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily. 
Thy  pardon  grant — new  peace  impart — 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 
■'.• 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way. 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
O  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day  ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  If,  for  thy  sake,  upon  my  Dame 

Shame  and  reproach  shall  be, 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame  ! 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  When  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief — 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

6  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

I  wait  thy  just  decree. 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath — 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

7  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  thee, 
Than,  witli  the  saints  at  thy  right  hand, 
Good  Lord  remember  me. 
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AND  GRACES.  262,  263. 

Hart.  Col.  963.     s.  m.  Beverly. 

The  Christian  encouraged. 

1  GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears- 

Hope,  and  he  undismay'd  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears  ; 
He  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 
Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  .end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Leave  tc  bis  sovereign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command  ; 
So  shall  thou,  wondering,  own  his  way, 
How  wise,  how  strong  his  hand. 

4  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear. 
When  fully  he  the  Avork  hath  wrought 
That  caiised  thy  needless  fear. 

5  Thou  seest  our  weakness.  Lord — 

Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee ; 
O,  lift  thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee. 

6  Let  us,  in  life,  in  death. 

Thy  steadfast  truth  declare  ; 
And  publish,  with  our  latest  breath, 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

Steele.  363.     c.  m.  Swanwick. 

Pleasures  unseen.    2  Cor.  iv.  18. 
1  OH,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 
Above  these  gloomv  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

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264.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

2  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever-hloominG:  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 

With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 

Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  brisrht  scenes  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  In  the  skies. 

Hart.  S64.     8.  Waterbury. 

Faith  conquering.     Rom.  i.  17. 

1  THE  moment  a  sinner  believes 

And  trusts  in  his  crucify'd  Lord, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives — 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood. 
'Tis  faith  that  still  leads  us  along, 

And  lives  under  pressure  and  load, 
That  makes  us  in  weakness  more  strong. 

And  draws  the  soul  upward  to  God. 

2  It  treads  on  the  world,  and  on  hell ; 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair  ; 
And,  oh  !  let  us  wonder  to  tell, 

It  wrestles  and  conquers  by  pray'r ; 
Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust 

With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend — 
To  hope  his  forgiveness  as  just. 

And  look  for  his  love  to  the  end. 

3  It  says  to  the  mountains,  "  Depart," 

That  stand  between  God  and  the  soul ; 
It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 
And  mates  wounded  consciences  whole ; 
190  ^ 


"and  graces.  265. 

Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  dye 

Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white  ; 

And  raises  the  sinner  on  high, 
To  dwell  with  the  angels'of  light. 

Steele.  36«l.     c.  m.  Tolland. 

Succor  in  spiritual  conflicts. 

1  ALAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven  O  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 

3  O  gracious  God  !  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
O  bear  my  fainting  spirits  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

6  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 
Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart. 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

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266,  267.     CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

Robinson.         ^60*     8.  7.  Greenville. 

Sitting  at  Jesus'  feet.     Luke  vii.  48. 

1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ! 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace,  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dyin^  Friend. 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding — 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station. 

Low  before  his  cross  I'll  lie, 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  e}'e. 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood. 
Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing. 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Oliver.  967.     8.  7.  4.  Oliphant. 

God  the  pilgrim's  guide  and  strength. 

1  GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  the  barren  land  : 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand. 

Bread  of  heaven! 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 

Strong  Deliv'rer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 
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AND  GRACES.  268,  269. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current — 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side. 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

Miller.  968.     7.        Worthington. 

Pilgrim.     Mat.  vii.  7. 
1  PILGRIM,  hurden'd  with  thy  sin, 
Haste  to  Zion's  gate  to-day; 
There,  till  mercy  let  thee  in,' 
Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  pray. 

8  Knock,  for  mercy  lends  an  ear ; 

Weep,  she  marks  the  sinner's  sigh; 
Watch,  till  heav'nly  light  appear; 
Pray,  she  hears  the  mourner's  cry. 

3  Mourning  pilgrim,  what  for  thee 

In  this  world  can  now  remain? 
Seek  that  world  from  which  shall  flee 
Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears,  and  pain. 

4  Sorrow  shall  forever  fly  ; 

Shame  shall  never  enter  there  ; 
Tears  be  wip'd  from  ev'ry  eye ; 
Pain  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

Miller.  S69.     c.  m.         Stonington. 

Fellowship. 
1  OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
Cemented,  mix'd  in  one. 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice — 

'Tis  neaven  on  earth  begun  ! 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd,  while  Jesus  spake, 
And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire. 

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He  stoop'd,  and  talk'd.  and  fed,  and  bless'd, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

"  A  Saviour  !  "  let  creation  sing'. 
"  A  Saviour!  "  let  the  heavens  ring-. 
'Tis  God  with  us — we  feel  him  ours  ! 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours. 
'Tis  almost  done — His  almost  o'er; 
We'll  join  with  those  who  've  gone  before  ; 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  blissful  shore, 
Where  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  We're  soldiers,  fighting  for  our  Grod. 

Let  trembling  cowards  fly  : 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm,  and  fix'd, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die. 
Let  devils  rage,  and  hell  assail, 

We'll  fight  our  passage  through ; 
Let  foes  unite,  and  friends  desert, 

We'll  seize  the  crown  in  view. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still ; 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  wait  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain. 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent,  flows  : 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
O  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

4  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up. 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown, 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own — 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We,  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 
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AND  GRACES.  270,  271. 

Dwight.  Sf70,     s.  M.       St.  Thomas. 

Love  to  the~church.     Ps.  cxxxvii.  6. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God  ! — 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heav'nly  ways — 
Her  sweet  communion — solemn  vows — 
Her  hymn  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King ! 
Thy  hand  from  ev'ry  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliv'rance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

Newton.  ^71.     l.  m.    Church  Street. 

Deut.  xxxiv.  1,  4. 

1  AS  when  the  the  weary  trav'ller  gains 

The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill. 

His  heart  revives,  if,  cross  the  plains, 

He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  still ; 

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2  Soj  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  vieWs, 

By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 

With  Jesns  in  the  realms  of  day  : 

Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 

And  he  will  wipe  my  tears  away. 

Steward,  STSf.     c.  m.        Woodstock. 

Hoping,  yet  trembling. 

1  MY  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 

To  reach  the  heavenly  shore  ; 
And  when  I  drop  this  dying  flesh 
Then  I  shall  sin  no  more. 

2  I  hope  to  hear,  and  join,  the  song 

That  saints  and  angels  raise, 
And,  while  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  sing  eternal  praise. 

3  But  O  this  dreadful  heart  of  sin ! 

It  may  deceive  me  still, 
And,  while  I  look  for  joys  above, 
May  plunge  me  down'to  hell. 

4  The  scene  must  then  forever  close — 

Probation  at  an  end  ; 
No  gospel  grace  can  reach  me  there, 
No  pardon  there  descend. 

5  Come,  then,  O  blessed  Jesus,  come  ! 

To  me  thy  spirit  give  ; 
Shine  through  a  dark,  benighted  soul, 
And  bid  a  sinner  live. 
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AND  GRACES.  273,  274. 

Cowper.  973.     7.'  Pleyel's  Hymns. 

"  Lovest  thou  me  ?  "    John  xxi.  16. 

1  HARK,  mv  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ! 
'Tis  my  Saviour  !— hear  his  word. 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee  : 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  7  " 

2  "  I  deliver'd  thee  when  hound, 

And,  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound- 
Sought  thee  wandering— set  thee  right — 
"Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light.  • 

3  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  unto  the  child  she  hare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon  ; 
When  thy  work  of  faith  is  done, 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  7  " 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore— 
O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 

Medley.  S74.     cm.  Dundee. 

Precious  faith.     2  Pet.  i.  1. 
1  JESUS,  my  hope  while  here  below, 
My  all  in  life  and  death, 
Thou  only  canst  on  me  bestow 
The  gift  of  precious  faith. 

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2  All  that  I  need  thou  hast  to  give, 

For  so  thy  promise  saith ; 
Then  grant  me,  Lord,  on  thee  to  live 
A  life  of  precious  faith. 

3  Though  fears  and  snares,  by  day  and  night, 

Still  wait  around  my  path, 
Lord,  give  me  skill  and  strength  to  fight 
The  fight  of  precious  faith. 

4  Help  me  to  know  and  love  thy  word, 

And  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
And  let  each  precious  promise.  Lord, 
Be  mine  by  precious  faith. 

5  Nor  shall  I  be  by  thee  forgot 

When  I  yield  up  my  breath ; 
Then  shall  it  be  my  happy  lot 
To  die  in  precious  faith. 

6  And  when  in  glory  I  appear, 

Triumphant  over  death. 
Then  shall  I,  Lord,  forever,  there. 
Bless  thee  for  precious  faith. 

Stennett.  27^5,     c.  m.  Colchester. 

Without  love  I  am  nothing.     1  Cor.  xiii.  1 — 3.   . 

1  DID  I  possess  the  gift  of  tongues, 

Great  God,  without  thy  grace. 
My  loudest  words,  my  loftiest  songs, 
Would  be  but  sounding  brass. 

2  Though  thou  shouldst  give  me  heav'nly  skill 

Each  mvst'ry  to  explam. 
Had  I  no  heart  to  do  thy  will 
My  knowledge  would  be  vain. 

3  Had  I  so  strong  a  faith,  my  God, 

As  mountains  to  remove, 
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AND  GRACES.  276. 

No  faith  could  do  me  real  good 
That  did  not  work  by  love. 

4  Oh,  grant  me  then  this  one  request, 
And  I'll  he  satisfied, 
That  love  divine  may  rule  my  breast, 
And  all  my  actions  guide. 

Cowper.  27G,     c.  m.  Arlington. 

Communion  with  God.     Gen.  v.  24. 

1  d  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  ! 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  1  once  enjoy'd ! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne. 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God- 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  : 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

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Medley.  277.    l.  m.  Uxbridge. 

I  give  myself  unto  prayer.     Ps.  cix.  4. 

1  JESUS,  my  pattern  and  my  guide, 
Let  me  at  thy  dear  feet  abide, 
And  on  thee  cast  my  ev'ry  care. 
And  daily  give  myself  to  prayer. 

2  While  I'm  a  sojourner  below, 
Where,  dearest  Lord,  where  can  I  go, 
But  to  thy  throne,  and  worship  there. 
And  daily  give  myself  to  prayer  '? 

3  Yes,  at  thy  footstool.  Lord,  I'll  wait. 
And  tell  thee  all  my  mournful  stale  ; 
My  sins,  and  wants',  and  fears  declare, 
And  daily  give  myself  to  prayer, 

4  Though  Satan  rages  at  my  soul. 
And  ihund'ring  tempests  o'er  me  roll, 
To  seek  thee.  Lord,  I  can't  forbear, 
But  still  I  give  myself  to  prayer. 

5  Still,  in  the  strength  of  sovereign  grace, 
I'll  wait  and  seek  my  Saviour's  face ; 
Soon  I  a  glorious  crown  shall  share — 
Till  then  I'll  give  myself  to  prayer. 

Newton.  378.     7.  6.    Miss.  Hymn. 

Confidence  in  God.     Mai.  iv.  2. 
1  SOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  he  sings. 
It  is  the  Sun  that  rises 

With  healing  in  his  Avings. 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining 
To  cheer  it  after  rain. 
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2  In  holy  contemplation 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  oi' God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new: 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  too. 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  his  children  bread, 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice, 
For  while  in  him  confiding 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

Montgomery.         S79.     7.  Eddyfield. 

The  mountains. 

1  WHEN,  on  Sinai's  top,  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 

To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ccstacy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  height  I  climb, 
In  the  too  transporting  light 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  mv  sight. 

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3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  ot  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay — 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away  ; 
Thou  art  heav'ii  and  earth  to  me. 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

Toplady.  S80,     s.  m.  Olmutz. 

Trembling  saints. 

1  YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  love  divine. 

4  Fasten'd  within  the  vail, 

Hope  be  our  anchor  strong — 

His  loving  Spirit  the  sweet  gale 

That  wafts  us  smooth  along. 

5  The  people  of  his  choice    , 

He  will  not  cast  away  ; 
Yet  do  not  always  here  expect 
On  Tabor's  mount  to  stay. 

6  Tlie  time  of  love  will  come; 

Then  we  shall  clearly  see, 
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AND  GRACES.  281,  282. 

Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 
But  each  shall  say,  "  for  me." 

Z.  Hymns.  381.     c.  m.  Litchfield. 

Backslider  praying  for  pardon.     Luke  xxii.  61. 
.  1  DEAR  Lord,  I  see  in  Peter's  case 
So  much  that's  like  my  ovm, 
That  I,  without  thy  look  of  grace, 
For  ever  am  undone. 

2  But,  O,  to  Peter  thou  didst  turn, 

And  on  him  kindly  look  ! 
Then  he  before  the  Lord  did  mourn, 
And  then  his  heart  was  broke. 

3  Lord,  from  the  love  thou  didst  display 

In  setting  Peter  free, 
I  am  encoiiraged  now  to  pray, 
O  turn  and  look  on  me. 

4  Nothing  but  one  kind  look  of  thine 

Can  heal  or  set  me  free  : 

0  bless  me  with  this  beam  divine. 
And  turn  and  look  on  me. 

5  Then,  while  below,  and  when  above. 

This  my  sweet  song  shall  be, 
"  Praise,  6  my  soul,  his  name,  his  love, 
Who  turn'd  and  look'd  on  thee." 

Swain.  98^.    8.   Heavenly  Home. 

The  Father's  call. 

1  BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  hut  should  not  fear 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go — 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 

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Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home." 

2  In  our  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  heart : 
But,  from  Satan's  malice  free. 
Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  5'our  Father  calls,  come  home," 

3  But,  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  withm. 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace — 
Christ  shall  also  conquer  these  ; 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
'Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home," 

Miller.  983.     11.  5.  11.  Home. 

The  saint's  sweet  home. 

1  'MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints  ! 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there  's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home  ! 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

Receive  me,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory^  my  home 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace ! 
And  thrice-precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot 

cease ! 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory,  at  home. 
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284.  AND  GRACES. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  he  free, 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee; 
Though  now  my  "temptations  like  billows  may 

foam, 
All,  all,  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  wuth  thee  at 

home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

0  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day ; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing- in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  O,  give  me  thy  grace, — 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face  ; 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shme. 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
And,  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sioeet  home  ! 

Receive  me,  dear  Saviour,  in  glory,  my  home. 

Z.  SoDgster.     984.     11.  5.  11.  Home,. 

Sweet  home. 

1  AN  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 

1  wander'd  through  earth  its  gay  pleasures  to 

trace  ; 
.     In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

O  Saviour  t  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away — 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay ; 

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But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  s^iven, — 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

ffomr.,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

The  i:idints  in  those  m,ansions  are  ever  at  futme. 

3  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowmg  charms  I 
The  Saviour  invites  me — I'll  go  to  his  arms. 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room ; 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home  ! 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

O  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

4  Farewell,  vain  amusements — my  lollies,  adieu ; 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view, 

1  feasi  ca  the   pleasures   that  flow  from   his 

throne, — 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home? 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away  ; 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 

"  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne. 
And  dwell  in  my  presence,  forever  at  home." 

Home,  home,  sxoeet,  sweet  home  ! 

O  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour,  at  home 

6  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death,  shall  be  o'er; 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  he  parted  no  more. 
There  loud  hallelujah's  fill  heav'ns  high  dome  ; 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sioeet  home! 
Tliey  dwell  with  the  Saviour,  forever  at  ham€. 
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AND  GRACES.  2S5,  "286. 

G.  F.  L.  285.  Cambridge. 

Home. 

1  SWEET  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 

That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  shall  hover  around  my  bed, 
And  waft  mj'  spirit  home. 

2  Home  in  the  skies,  where  sin  and  death 

Shall  never  find  a  place  ; 

Home,  where,  to  all  eternity, 

I'll  sing  redeeming  grace. 

3  Home,  where  the  saints  and  angels  dwell. 

And  strike  their  harps  aloud  ; 
Home,  where  my  great  Redeemer  reigns. 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

4  Home,  where,  when  time  shall  be  no  more, 

While  endless  ages  roll, 
Growing,  expanding,  praising  still, 
Shall  live  the  undying  soul. 

5  O  !  blessed,  cheering,  thrilling  hope 

While  friendless  bere  I  roam ! 
Welcome,  stern  Death  !  for  thou  wilt  prove 
The  passport  to  my  Home. 

Stennett.  980.    cm.  Pisgah. 

Viewing  the  promised  land.     Deut.  xxxi.  1. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand. 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  on  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

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3  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Sun  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 
Fearless  I'll  launch  away. 

Eckington.  SST*     cm.       Woodstock. 

Heavenly  Jerusalem.     Rev.  xri.  10 — 12. 

1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

IMlost  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl ; 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  walks 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
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AND  GRACES.  288. 

What  folly 's  this,  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  ? 

5  Reach  down,  O  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  glory  's  gone — 

Him  vri\\  I  go  and  see  ; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu — 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care  ; 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 

Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

Newton.  988.    8.  7.         Greenville. 

Prayer  for  a  revival. 

1  SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation ! 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us — Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  OUT  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high'; 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd. 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green. 

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Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd  ; 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed  : 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

5  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent ; 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

6  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power ; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Lyre.  389  •    l.  m.  Hamburg. 

Closet  hymn.    Mat.  vi.  5. 

1  WHEN,  O  my  Saviour,  shall  this  heart 

So  feel  the  influence  of  thy  grace. 
That  from  thy  cross  'twill  ne'er  depart, 
But  live  around  that  hallow'd  place  ? 

2  The  brightest  scenes  of  earth  are  dim 

If  Jesus  be  not  with  me  there  ; 
All  worldly  joys,  compar'd  with  him, 
Seem  vain  as  fleeting  shadows  are. 

3  O  could  I  live  beneath  his  smile. 

And  lean  upon  his  sacred  breast, 
No  fond  allurement  should  beguile 
A  heart  so  privileged,  so  blest. 

4  Come  then,  my  Saviour,  and  constrain 

This  wayward  soul,  nor  let  it  rove  : 
Recall  me  to  thine  arms  again,  > 

And  bind  me  there  with  cords  of  love. 
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AND  GRACES.  290,  291. 

Uer.  S9®.     5.  11.     New  Haven. 

Crucifixion  to  the  world. 

1  O  TELL  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store  ! 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er, 

2  A  country  I've  found 
Where  true  joys  abound  ; 

To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

3  Th"e  souls  that  believe 
In  paradise  live  ; 

And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive. 

4 'My  soul,  don't  delay — 
He  calls  thee  away  ; 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

5  No  mortal  doth  know 
What  he  can  bestow — 

What  light,  strength,  and  comfort :  go  after  him,  go. 

6  And  when  I'm  to  die, 

"  Receive  me,"  I'll  cry  : 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me — I  cannot  say  why. 

Tiebout's  Col.      S91 .     7.  6.    Miss.  Hymn. 

Longing  for  heaven. 

1  O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountam 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier ; 

My  Captain 's  gone  before  ; 

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He  's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  hid  me  not  give  o'er ! 
His  faithful  word  has  promis'd 

A  righteous  crown  to  give  ; 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Througli  grace,  I  am  determin'd 

To  conquer,  though  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  to  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow — 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
And  O,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way. 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heav'nly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended, 
He'll  carry  you  above. 
i. 
Toplady.  292,     c.  m.     Brattle  Street. 

Affliction  sweetened.     Ps.  civ.  34. 

1  WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  mward  and  attend 

The  wluspers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  looK  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 
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AND  GRACES.  293. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To"  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be. 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee  ! 

Toplady.  393.     c.  m.  Dedham 

A  lively  hope.     1  Pet.  i.  3. 

1  SWEET  to  rejoice  in  livelv  hope 

That,  when  my  change  shall  come. 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

2  Then  shall  my  disembodied  soul 

View  Jesus  and  adore  ; 
Be  vdih.  his  likeness  satisfied, 
And  grieve  and  sin  no  more ; 

3  Shall  see  him  wear  that  very  flesh 

On  which  my  guilt  was  lain — 
His  love  intense,  his  merit  fresh. 
As  though  but  newly  slain. 

4  Soon  too  my  slumbering  dust  shall  hear 

The  trumpet's  awful  sound, 

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And,  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

5  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds. 

Weak  as  it  is  below, 
What  raptures  must  the  church  above 
In  Jesus'  presence  know  ! 

6  O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

Forever  with  me  stay, 
Till,  from  her  sinful  cage  dismlss'cJ, 
My  spirit  flies  away. 

Fawcett.  S94*    cm.         Clarenaon. 

One  thing  needful.     Luke  x.  42. 

1  RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sov'reign  virtue  know  ! 

2  More  needful  this  than  glitt'ring  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows  : 
Nor  reputation,  food,  or  health. 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd. 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd       ^ 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love. 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 
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AND  GRACES.  295,296. 

Kelly.  S05.     CM.  Wareham. 

Feeble  saints  encouraged.     Amos  vii.  2. 

1  BY  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise  7 

For  Jacob's  friends  are  few — 
And,  what  should  fill  us  with  surprise, 
They  seem  divided,  too. 

2  By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise  ? 

For  Jacob's  foes  are  strong: 
I  read  their  triumph  in  their  eyes— 
They  think  he'll  fall  ere  long. 

3  By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise  ? 

Can  anv  tell  by  whom  7 
Say,  shall'  this  branch  that  wither'd  lies 
Again  revive  and  bloom  7 

4  Lord,  thou  canst  tell— the  work  is  thine, 

The  help  of  man  is  vain  : 

On  Jacob  now  arise  and  shine, 

And  he  shall  live  again. 

Swain.  S96.     c.  m.  Barba. 

Christian  love. 

1  HOW  sweet,  how  heav'nly,  is  the  sight, 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word  ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  v/ith  him  bear  a  part ! 
When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love ! 

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4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  ev'ry  bosom  flow, 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  ev'ry  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  bmds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he  's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

E.B.  L.  S97.     7.  Edgefield. 

Triumph  in  God. 

1  HEAVENLY  Father,  hear  my  call ; 
Low  before  thy  throne  I  fall. 

Let  my  prayers  to  thee  ascend, 
Through  my  interceding  friend. 

2  Never  did  I  cry  to  thee 

That  thou  didst  not  answer  me  ; 
In  my  trouble  thou  wast  near, 
Strong  to  succor,  swift  to  hear. 

3  Rivers  may  their  bounds  o'erflow, 
Flames  may  like  a  furnace  glow — 
Through  the  floods,  and  in  The  flame, 
I  will  triumph  in  thy  name. 

4  When  my  trials  here  are  past, 

I  shall  dwell  with  thee  at  last — 

In  the  bliss  of  heaven  shall  share, 

And  praise  the  Lamb  that  brought  me  there. 

Judkin.  S98.     L.  M.        Limehouse. 

Resignation  difficult. 
1  'TIS  hard,  when  we  are  sick  and  poor, 
And  they  who  lov'd  us  love  no  more — 
When  riches,  friends,  and  health  are  gone, 
To  sav,  "  O  Lord  !  thy  will  bo  done." 
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AND  GRACES.  299. 

2  'Tis  hard,  when  chey  in  death  are  laid 

O'er  whom  we  watch'd,  and  wept,  and  pray'd 
The  wife— the  parent— sister — son, 
To  say,  "  O  Lord !  thy  will  be  done." 

3  'Tis  hard,  when  in  our  soul's  distress, 
All,  all  around  is  wilderness, 

And  herb  and  quick'ning  stream  are  none, 
To  say,  "  O  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done." 

4  And  yet  how  light  such  sorrows  be 
To  his,  in  dark  Gethsemane, 

Who  drank  the  cup  with  stifled  groan, 
And  said,  "  O  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done  !" 

A.  Z.  Adams.      399.     l.  m.  Portugal. 

Desire  to  be  with  Christ. 

1  JESUS,  great  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 

Whose  precious  blood  for  man  was  spilt. 
Who  bore  death's  pains  and  agonies, 
Atoning  for  a  world  in  guilt — 

2  When  shall  I  burst  these  abject  chains 

That  bind  my  soul  to  scenes  of  woe. 
And  flee  where  Christ  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Where  streams  of  healing  richness  flow? 

3  0,  how  my  spirit  pants  to  soar, 

And  win  the  Christian's  holy  race  ! 
To  be  where  sorrows  sting  no  more, 
And  view  my  Maker  face  to  face  ! 

4  Yes,  fain  my  soul  would  wing  its  way 

To  realms  beyond  the  eagle's  sight, 
'Mid  scenes  of  an  eternal  day, 
Unknown  to  time's  resistless  flight. 
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300,301.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

New  Se.ec.  300.     8.       Pil.  Farewell. 

The  farewell. 

1  FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone — 

I  have  no  home,  or  stay  with  you  ; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 

I'll  march  to  CanaarVs  land, 
ni  land  on  Canaan's  shore, 

Where  pleasures  never  end, 
Where  troubles  come  no  more. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell — 

My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2  Fare'voll,  my  friends  ! — time  rolls  along;, 

Nor  waits  for  mortals'  care  or  bliss ; 
I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  ! 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love  ; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  Avord 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross  ! 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven ; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross  ; 
Fight  on — the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

5  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  too  ! 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here. 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you. 
O  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 

Lyre.  301.    8.7.         Greenville. 

Pilgrimage. 
1  GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 
Through  this  lowlv  vale  of  tears, 
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AND  GRACES.  302. 

And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
»        Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 
O  refresh  us, 
O  refresh  us,  with  thy  grace. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us 

From  without  and  from  within, 
Jesus  says  he'll  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  Avill  save  from  every  sin. 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 

His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee — 

Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  ! 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  O,  that  I  could  now  adore  him 

Like  the  heavenly  host  above. 
Who  forever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 

Happy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 

Sigourney.         303.     l.  m.  Eaton. 

Reliance  on  God.     Deut.  xxxiii.  25. 

1  WHEN  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise, 
And  in  my  heart  desponding  sighs — 
When  life  her  throngs  of  cares  reveals, 
And  weakness  o'er  my  spirit  steals — 
Grateful  I  hear  the  kind  decree 

That  "  as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be." 

2  When  with  sad  footsteps  memory  roves 
O'er  smitten  joys,  and  buried  loves — 

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When  low  in  tearful  grief  I  bend, 
Without  a  comforter  or  friend — 
Then  to  thy  pnromise,'  Lord,  I  flee, 
That,  "  as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be." 

3  One  trial  more  must  yet  be  past — 
One  pang,  the  keenest,  and  the  last ; 
And  when,  convulsed  with  mortal  pain, 
Struggling,  I  seek  for  ease  in  vain. 
Redeemer,  grant  my  soul  to  see 
That  "  as  her  day,  ner  strength  shall  be." 

A.  Sutton.  303.     c.  M. 

The  Christian's  hope. 

1  HAIL  !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 

Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  ! 
Hail !  sacred  hope  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine ! 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  hxis given — 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last — 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven : 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  the  northern  wintry  blast 

Shall  howl  around  thy  cot  ? 
What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 
Be  cast  oui  distant  lot? 

Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  <^c. 

3  From  Burmah's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain, 
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AND  GRACES.  304. 

From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 
We  hope  to  meet  again. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has'given,  (f-c. 
4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 
Our  future  meeting  Knows ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  grows. 

O  sacred  hope  !  O  blissful  hope  ! 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  <^c. 

Collyer.  304.     l.  m.  Hebron 

The  wanderer.    Jer.  xxxi.  20. 

1  RETCRN,  O  wanderer,  return. 

And  seek  an  injur'd  Father's  face  ! 

Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  bum 

Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ! 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern  ; 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ! 

He  heard  thy  deep,  repentant  sigh ; 
He  heard  thy  soften'd  spirit  mourn 
When  no  intruding  ear  was  nigh. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

5  Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 

And  cast  away  thy  slavish  fear 
'Tis  God  who  says,  "  No  longer  mourn ;" 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 
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6  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ! 

Regain  thy  lost,  lamented  rest ; 
Jehovah's  melting  howels  yearn 
To  clasp  his  Ephraim  tohis  breast. 

Meth.  Col.        30£F.     c.  M.  Liverpool. 

Nearness  to  God. 

1  O  COULD  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
And  live  upon  thy  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away.  • 

3  O  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  I'll  be  wholly  thine  ; 

And  never,  never  more  depart, 

For  thou  art  wholly  mine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

Z.  Hymns.        306*     c.  m.  Christmas. 

Doubting.     Job.  xxiii.  3. 

1  O  THAT  I  knew  it  were  the  case 

My  soul  was  born  of  God, 
And  find  myself  among  that  race 
Wafeh'd  in  a  Saviour's  blood  ! 

2  The  time  has  been  I  thought  I  knew 

The  bless'd  Redeemer's  voice  ; 
I  thought  I  lost  my  burden,  too, 
And  felt  my  heart  rejoice. 
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Ax\D  GRACES.  307,  308 

3  I  thought  my  will  was  then  resign'd 

To  the  Redeemer's  ways, 
And  felt  mv  inmost  soul  mclin'd 
To  tell  the  world  his  grace. 

4  But  O  !  too  soon  the  scene  was  turn"d ; 

I  lost  the  pleasing  view  ; 
I  lost  that  sweetness  once  I  found- 
Lost  earthly  pleasures  too. 

5  O  Jesus,  wilt  thou  now  appear 

With  thine  almighty  arm  ; 
These  clouds  expel,  my  standing  cleai, 
And  show  me  what  I  am. 

J.  B.  W.  307.     11.  10. 

Invitation  to  the  mercy-seat. 

1  COME,  ye  disconsolate,  wherever  ye  languish, 

Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  hring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish — 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  Heav'n  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure,— 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saymg, 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  Heav'n  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  tree  of  life— see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above  ; 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat— come,  ever  knowmg 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  but  Heav'n  can  remove. 

Watts.  308.     CM.  Meriden, 

Tlie  hope  of  heaven  our  support. 
1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

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309.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

I'll  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  nurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  delus^e,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  neav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Hammond.         300.     s.  m. 

Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.     Rev.  xv.  3 

1  AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 

Wake,  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 
Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r; 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 
Ascending  with  our  tongue  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way. 
Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 

Siug  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 
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AND  GRACES.  310. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 
"  Ye  blessed  children  come  ;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim, 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

Fawcett.  310.     s.  m.  Seir. 

Love  to  the  brethren. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above.' 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one — 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  are  call'd  to  part, 

It  gives  us  mutual  pain  : 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  coura.^e  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

From  sin.  we  shall  be  free  ; 
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311,312.  CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
To  all  eternity. 

Barbauld.  311.     l.  m.     Old  Hundred. 

Christian  fellowship. 

1  HOW  blest  the  sacred  lie,  that  hinds 
In  sweet  communion  kindred  minds  ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one  ! 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  tender  love  ! — what  holy  fear  ! 
How  does  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  aud  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt,  and  human  wo ! 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Togejther  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  smiling  face : 
How  high,  how  stron?  their  raptures  swell 
There's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  dimly  bums  frail  nature's  fire  : 
Then  shall  they  meet,  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy — a  heaven  of  love. 

G.  T.  31S5.     c.  :i.  CliflTord. 

Dependence  on  proviJential  guiclauce.    Jer.  x.  23. 
1  'TIS  not  in  man,  vain  man,  to  trust 
The  counsels  of  his  will ; 
The  power  that  breathed  his  spirit  first 
Sustains  and  scuides  it  still . 
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AND  GRACES.  313. 

2  Our  greatest  blessings  often  grow 

From  seeds  of  smallest  size  ; 
The  bitter  bud  of  human  wo 
Our  richest  fruit  supplies. 

3  Taught  by  experience,  Lord,  we  feel 

Did  we  our  steps  control, 
We  should  our  own  destruction  seal :  ^ 

Thy  grace  secures  the  soul. 

4  In  the  same  wisdom  we  confide 

Which  mark'd  our  mazy  way  ; 
Be  thme  omniscient  eye  our  guide — 
Thy  powerful  arm  our  stay. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth,  O  Lord,  afford, 
Nor  let  our  footsteps  roam  ; 
Conduct  us  safely  all  the  road 
To  our  celestial  home. 

Montgomery.     313*    cm.  Dundee. 

Affliction. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 

Though  now  it  seems  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say, 
There  is  no  mercy  here ! 

2  O  grant  me  to  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down, 
More  than  tlie  world's  suprernest  gain 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then,  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see  ; 
The  very  hand  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wounded  once  for  me  ! 

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314.        CHRISTIAN  CHARACTER,  &c. 

C.  W.  314.     CM.  Dundee. 

We  are  saved  by  hope.    Rom.  viii.  24. 

1  THERE  is  a  solid  comfort  here— 

'Tis  hope  that  cheers  the  breast, 
Wipes  from  pale  sorrow's  cheek  the  tear, 
And  gives  the  spirit  rest. 

2  My  hope  is  fix'd  on  Christ  alone  ; 

JFroin  him  my  comfort  springs  ; 
His  righteousness,  and  not  my  own, 
A  full  salvation  brings. 

3  This  hope,  this  cherish'd  hope,  I  find 

To  be  my  only  stay — 
A  beauteous  rainbow'  to  my  mind 
That  smiles  the  clouds  away. 

4  Yes — I  would  look  to  him  that  died 

On  Calvary's  wondrous  mount : 
And  while  in  him  I  can  confide 
What  can  I  not  surmount  ? 

5  Though  foes  may  threaten,  mountains  rise, 

Andgeas  before  me  roll, 
Yet  Jesus  reigns  above  the  skies, 
And  he'll  support  my  soul. 

6  And  when  at  last  from  Jordan's  brink 

I  launch  upon  the  flood, 
With  such  a  hope  I  cannot  sink — 
'Twill  bear  me  to  my  God. 


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WORSHIP.  315, 316. 


WORSHIP. 


Brown.  31^*     c.  m.         Woodstock. 

Solitude. 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

Mav  its  departing  ray 
Be  cahn  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

A.  G.  P.  316.     c.  M.      St.  Martin's. 

The  hour  of  prayer.     Acts  iii.  1. 
1  IF  there's  a  time  completely  blest, 
Abstract  from  worldly  care, 
Wherein  the  soul  may  sweetly  rest, 
It  is  the  hour  of  prayer. 

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317. 


WORSHIP. 


2  If  there's  a  time  when  we  can  tread 

The  world,  with  ev'rv  snare, 
Beneath  our  feet,  and  think  them  dead, 
It  is  the  hour  of  pra3'er. 

3  If  there's  a  time  the  soul  may  rise 

Above  the  vale  despair, 
And  view  its  God  with  sweet  surprise, 
It  is  the  hour  of  prayer. 

4  If  there's  a  time  when  God  looks  down 

With  special  grace  and  care, 
When  mercy  smooths  stern  justice's  frown, 
It  is  the  hour  of  prayer. 

5  If  there's  a  time  when  Satan  feels 

To  yield  in  deep  despair, 
'Tis  when  he  sees  the  Christian  kneel 
Within  the  "  bower  af  prayer." 

6  Christian,  can  you  forget  this  hour? 

Can  you  its  blessings  spare  ? 
If  not,  each  day  go  to  your  "  bower  "—^ 
Improve  the"  hour  of  prayer. 

,.  Kneeland.     317.     8.  7.  Carlisle 

Prayer  meeting. 

1  CHRISTIAN  worship— how  inviting 

Is  the  social  praying  band  ! 
Happy  concert  thrice  delighting. 
Bound  to  Canaan's  holy  land. 

2  See  how  joyful  they  assemble 

At  the  consecrated  hour ! 
How  they  heaven's  host  resemble 
While  they  God  Most  High  adore ! 

3  See  them,  in  sweet  concert  moving. 

Each  their  humble  part  fulfil ! 
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WORSHIP.  318, 319. 

Bound  to  love,  each  other  loving, 
Thus  they  do  the  Saviour's  will. 

4  Now  they  bow  in  adoration 

Low  before  Jehovah's  throne, 
Giving  honor  and  salvation 
To  the  High  and  Holy  One. 

5  Now  they  rise  in  hymns  symphonious — 

All  as  one  their  spirits  rise  ; 
Sweep  the  golden  harps  harmonious 
Strung  by  seraphs  in  the  skies. 

6  Now  they  pour  out  fervent  prayer — 

Plead  the  all-atoning  blood. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit's  there  ; 
'Tis  in  truth  the  house  of  God. 

Turner.  318.    7.  Alcester. 

Delight  ia  worship. 

1  LORD,  our  Father,  O  how  fair, 
E'en  on  earth,  thy  temples  are ! 
Here  thy  waiting'  people  see 
Much  of  heav'n,~aud  much  of  thee, 

2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes  ; 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne  ; 
Here  thy  pardoning  grace  is  known; 
Here  vv^e  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love,  arid  sing  thy  praise. 

Miller.  319.    l.  i.i.  Uxbridge. 

The  mercy-aeat. 
1  FROIM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 

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320. 


WORSHIP. 


There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat— 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy-Seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 

A  place  than  5 11  beside  more  sweet — 
It  IS  the  blood -bought  Mercy-Seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sunder 'd  far,  by  faith  thev  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy-Seat.' 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd, 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat. 
Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy- Seat. 

5  There  !  there,  on  eagle  wing  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more— 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  .the  Mercy-Seat. 

'•  320,     c.  M.  Dundee. 

The  parting. 

1  JOYS  interchang'd  with  kindred  souls, 

How  doubly  sweet  they  are  ! 

And  blessed  fellowship  we  hold 

When  we  our  sorrows  share. 

2  We  praise  the  Lord  that  thus  we  meet 

And  part  in  holy  love  ; 

While  joyful  we  anticipate 

The  conference  above. 

3  Kindle  yet  more  the  sacred  flame ; 

Increase  our  faith  and  zeal; 
To  holy  effort,  holy  aim, 

Our  hands  and  hearts  impel. 
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WORSHIP.  321 

4  And  while  we  weep  o'er  sinners  slain, 

Lord,  let  thy  pity  move  ; 
Breathe  over  Himwm's  vale  again, 
And  make  them  know  thy  love. 

5  Now,  while  the  parting  hand  we  give, 

To  us,  thy  servants,  show 
Thy  glory,  Lord— and  let  thy  work 
Appear  before  we  go. 

6  We  praise  thee,  Lord,  that  thus  we  meet 

And  part  in  holy  love  : 

While  joyful  we  anticipate 

The  conference  above. 

3S1.  Port.  Hymn. 

The  bovver  of  prayer. 

1  TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neighbors  to 

part, 
And  go  from  my  lov'd  home,  afflicts  not  my  heart 
Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day 
From  that  blest  retreat  where  I've  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Dear  bower,  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar  have 

spread. 
And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head. 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 

3  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  lov'd  nightingale 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower  I  observed  as  my  bell, 
To  call  me  to  duty — while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praise  as  I  went  forth  to  prayer. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  breezes  perfumed  by  the 

pine, 
.  The  ivy,  the  balsam,  and  wild  eglantine  ! 
But  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  t  tasted  in  answer  topraver. 

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322, 323.  WORSHIP. 

5  For  Jesus  my  Saviour  deign 'd  often  to  meet, 
And  Mess  with  his  presence  my  humhle  retreat' 
Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedness  there^  ■ 
And  gave  me  a  foretaste  of  heaven  in  prayer. 

6  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you,  and  bid  you  adieu 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new 

I  know  niy  dear  Saviour  resides  every  where, 
And  can  in  alf  places  give  answer  to  prayer, 

Doddridge.        33^.     c.  m.        Missionary. 

Private  devotion.     -Mat.  vi.  6. 

1  FATHER  divine,  thy  piercing  eye 

Sees  through  the  darkest  night ; 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh 
With  heart-discerning  sight. 

2  There  may  thy  piercing  eye  survey 

My  solemn  homage  paid, 
With  ev'ry  mornings  dawning  ray, 
And  ev'ry  evening's  shade. 

3  O  let  thy  own  celestial  fire 

The  incense  still  inflame, 
While  my  warm  vows  to  thee  aspire 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

4  So  shall  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  soul  in  secret  bless  ; 
So  shalt  thou  dei^n  in  worlds  above 
•     Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 

Hammond.  3^3.     7.  Edgefield. 

Opening^  of  social  worship. 
1  LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now; 
At  thy  feet  we  'numbly  bow. 
O  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 
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WORSHIP.  324, 325. 

2  la  thine  own  appointed  way 
Now  we  seek  thee — here  we  stay; 
Lord,  from  hence  we  would  not  go 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

Lyre.  3^4.     h.  m.  Bethesda. 

Presence  of  God  promised  and  enjoyed. 

1  WHEREVER  two  or  three 

Are  met  in  Jesus'  name, 
God  in  the  midst  will  be, 

Nor  let  them  meet  in  vain. 
In  stately  courts,  or  open  air, 
They  still  shall  find  him  present  there 

2  The  Lord  is  never  bound 

To  any  time  or  place, 
But  always  may  be  found 

Among  his  chosen  race. 
Then  tread  his  courts  with  holy  fear. 
For  God  himself  is  present  here. 

Stennett.  3S5.     l.  m.  Wells. 

Opening  of  meeting.    Mat.  xviii.  20. 

1  WHERE  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise — 

2  "  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I  be, 
Amid  this  little  company  ; 

To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 
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326, 327.  WORSHIP. 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word. 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Now  till  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

Miller.  3S6.    s.  m.  d.      Livingston. 

Opening  of  meeting.    Mat.  xviii.  20. 

1  AND  are  we  j-et  alive, 

And  see  each  other's  face  ? 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give 

For  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
Preserved  by  power  divine 

To  full  salvation  here. 
Again  in  Jesus'  praise  we  join. 

And  in  his  signt  appear. 

2  What  troubles  have  we  seen  ! 

What  conflicts  have  we  past ! 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 

Since  we  assembled  last! 
But  out  of  all,  the  Lord 

Hath  l)rought  us  by  his  love  : 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  atford, 

And  liides  our  life  above. 

3  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  his  redeeming  power, 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more. 
Let  us  take  up  the  cross 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

Burder'sCol.       35J7.     7.  Granby. 

Joyful  nieetuig. 
1  SWEET  the  time,  exceeding  sweet. 
When  the  saints  together  meet  I 
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WORSHIP.  328. 

When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme  ! 
When  they  join  to  sing  of  him  I 

2  Sing  we,  then,  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move  : 
He  beheld  the  Avorld  undone — 
Lov'd  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love, 
How  he  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature,  and  our  place, 
Liv'd  arid  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love  : 
With  our  wretched  hearts  he  strove, 
Fill'd  our  minds  with  grief  and  fear, 
Brought  the  precious  Saviour  near. 

5  Sweet  the  place,  exceeding  sweet, 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet ! 
Where  the  Saviour  's  still  the  theme ! 
Where  they  see  £uid  sing  of  him  ! 

Montgomery.      3^8.     c.  m.  Arlington. 

Behold  he  prayeth.    Acts  ix.  11. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desife, 

Unutter'd  or  express'd — 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh ; 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

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329.  WORSHIP. 

4  Praj-er  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heav'n  with  prayer, 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say — "  Behold  he  prays." 

390.     c.  M.         Kichmond. 

At  the  meeting  of  Christians. 

1  WELL  met,  dear  friends,  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

Come,  let  us  now  rejoice, 
While  we  our  Saviour's  praise  proclaim, 
With  cheerful  hearts  and  voice. 

2  But  O  !  dear  Jesus,  Lamb  of  God, 

Send  down  the  heav'nly  dove. 
His  graces  to  diffuse  abroad, 
To  warm  our  hearts  with  love, 

3  In  vain,  dear  Saviour,  here  we  meet, 

Except  thy  face  we  see  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  a  heav'n  most  sweet, 
Whene'er  we  meet  with  thee. 

4  A  dungeon  shows  a  heavenly  dawn 

When  there  with  thee  we"  dwell, 
But  when  thy  presence  is  withdrawn 
A  palace  proves  a  hell. 

5  Then  O  !  dear  Jesus,  condescend 

To  meet  us  with  a  smile ; 
Thy  spirit's  quick'ning  influence  send, 
And  purge  our  hearts  from  guile ; 

6  That  at  the  close,  each  one  may  say, 

"  We've  met  not  here  in  vain,  , 

'5  00 


WORSHIP.  330,  331. 

For  we  have  tasted  heav'n  to-day, 
Nor  could  we  more  contain." 

Hart.  330.     L.  M.     Old  Hundred. 

Pray  ■without  ceasing.     1  Thes.  v.  17. 

1  PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  tears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee — pray, 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak  : 

Though  thought  be  broken — language  lame — 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not,  speak; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

Fawcett.  331*    l.  m.  Eaton. 

Beginning  of  worship. 
1  THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford ; 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word  ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixt  with  what  we  hear. 

2.  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfy'd  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy  ; 
And  may  vre  in  true  fai;  u  and  fear 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

239 


332, 333.  WORSHIP. 

Hoskins.  339*     c.  m.     Summer  Hill. 

1  IN  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 

To  worship  at  thy  feet : 
O,  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  snail  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 
Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek — 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray  and  praise,  to  hear 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Let  sinners  now  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

Cowper.  333.     L.  M.  Wells. 

Social  prayer. 

1  WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat! 

Yet  who  that  knows"  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw — 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love — 

Brings  ev'ry  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 
240 


WORSHIP.  334. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?— Ah,  think  again. 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me  I  " 

Newton.  334.    l.  m.  Portugal. 

Welcome,  in  the  name  of  Christ. 

1  KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  : 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  he  alone  can  give. 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet. 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  bum  with  love ! 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme 

When  thus  we  meet  to  pray  and  praise ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  ofhim. 
And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

His  sufferings  and  his  dying  love, 

The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 

And  how  he  triumphs  now  above. 

5  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love  and  wonder  and  adore ; 
Then  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 
16  241 


335,  336.  WORSHIP. 

Toplady.  335.     5.  6.  11.  New  Haven. 

1  'TIS  pleasant  to  sing 

The  sweet  praise  cf  our  King, 
As  here  in  this  valley  of  sorrows  we  move. 

'Twill  be  pleasanter  still 

When  we  stand  on  the  hill, 
And  give  thanks  to  our  Saviour,  our  Master,  above. 

2  'Tis  sweet  to  recline 
On  thy  bosom  divine, 

And  experience  the  comforts  peculiar  to  thine  ; 

While,  horn  from  above. 

And  upheld  by  thy  love, 
With  singing  and  triumph  to  Zion  we  move. 

3  On  Canaan's  fair  land 
We  shortly  shall  stand, 
With  crowns  on  our  heads,  and  with  harps  in  our 
hand  : 
Our  harps  shall  be  tun'd, 
The  Lamb  shall  be  crown'd, 
Salvation  to  Jesus  through  heaven  resound. 

T.  &  Bra.  336.     c.  m.     Brattle  Street. 

Place  of  worship  delightful.    Ps.  Ixxxiv. 

1  O  GOD  of  hosts  !  the  mighty  Lord ! 

How  lovely  is  the  place 
Where  we,  with  holy  ioy,  behold 
The  brightness  of  thy  tace  ! 

2  Thrice  happy  they  whose  choice  has  thee 

Their  sure  protection  made  ; 
Who  lonsf  to  tread  the  sacred  ways 
Which  to  thy  dwelling  lead. 

3  For  God,  who  is  our  sun  and  shield. 

Will  grace  and  glory  give ; 
242 


WORSHIP.  337  338. 

And  no  good  thing  will  he  withhold 
From  them  that  justly  live. 

4  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  King,  my  God, 
How  highly  blest  are  they 
Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 
And  there  thy  praise  display  ! 

SS7*    c.  M.  Marlow. 

J\Iet  for  social  worship. 

1  HERE,  in  thy  presence,  gracious  God, 

We've-met  to  seek  thy  face  : 

0  let  us  feel  th'  eternal  word, 
And  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

2  O  may  this  be  a  happy  hour 

To  ev'ry  mourning  soul : 
Display  thy  love,  make  known  thy  power, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

3  O  may  a  spark  of  heavenly  fire 

Each  stupid  soul  inflame, 
And  sacred  love  our  tongues  inspire 
To  praise  thy  worthy  name. 

4  Let  ev'ry  soul  the  Saviour  see, 

And  taste  his  love  divine  ; 
And  ev'rj-  heart  forever  be 
United,  Lord,  with  thine. 

338.     c.  M.  Burmah. 

Claiming  Christ's  promise. 

1  SEE,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see ; 

Thy  promis'd  blessing  give ; 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 

Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd ; 

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339,  340.  WORSHIP. 

We  wait,  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  tind. 

3  Whom  now  we  seek,  O  may  we  meet— 
.Jesus  the  crucified  ! 
Show  us  thy  bleedinsr  hands  and  feet, 
Thou  who  for  us  hast  died. 

IMiller.  339.     cm.        Coronation. 

Opening  of  a  conference  meeting. 

1  WITHIN  these  doors  assembled  now, 

We  wait  thy  blessing,  Lord  ! 
Appear  within  the  midst  we  pray 
According  to  thy  word. 

2  May  some  sweet  promise  be  applied 

When  we  attempt  to  read  ; 
For  this  alone  can  give  support 
In  all  our  times  of  need. 

3  O  breathe  upon  our  lifeless  souls, 

And  raise  our  drooping  hearts, 
That  we  may  see  thy  smiling  face 
Ere  we  from  hence  depart. 

4  And  now,  dear  Saviour,  when  we  pray, 

Be  thou  thyself  so  near, 
If  Satan  fright  our  trembling  souls, 
Thy  mercy  may  appear. 

Seamen's  Col.      340.    7.         Nuremburg. 

The  house  of  God. 
1  TO  thy  temple  I  repair. 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there. 
While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung. 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue. 
244 


WORSHIP.  341. 

2  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend. 
Hear  me,  for  the  spirit  pleads  ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

3  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

4  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace"  and  pardon  in  thy  name, 
Through  their  voice  by  faith  may  I 
Hear  thee  speaking  from  on  high. 

6  From  thy  house  when  I  return 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 
"  I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

341*     CM.  Arlington. 

The  Lord's  Prayer.    Mat.  vi.  9—13. 

1  OUR  Father,  God*  who  art  in  heaven. 

All  hallow'd  be  thy  name  : 
Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done, 
In  heaven  and  earth  the  same. 

2  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread  ; 

And  as  we  those  forgive 
Who  sin  against  us,  so  may  we 
Forgiving  grace  receive. 

3  Into  temptation  lead  us  not ; 

From  evil  set  us  free  ; 
And  thine  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power, 
And  glory,  ever  be. 

iVo^e.— Composed  by  one  of  the  Baptist  missionaries 
while  in  prison  in  Burmah. 

245 


342,  343,  344.   avx)rship. 

Hart.  •      349.    s.  M.  Olmutz. 

1  ONCE  more,  before  we  part, 

We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name. 
Record  his  mercies,  every  heart — 
Sing,  every  tongue,  the  same. 

2  Receive  his  sacred  word. 

And  feed  thereon,  and  grow  ; 

Go  on  to  seek,  to  know,  the  Lord, 

And  practise  Avhat  you  know. 

Lyre.  34.3    7.  6.  Turin. 

AYhen  shall  we  meet  ? 

1  WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  a,2:ain  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  Jiostile  sky — 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls — 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls  : 

And  in  fancy's  Ax-ide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid, 

Where  immortal  spirits  reign. 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

Choir.  344.     6.  5.     New  London. 

1  WHEN  sliall  we  meet  again  ? 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
246 


WORSHIP.  345. 

When  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  forever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes — 

Never — no  never ! 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  life's  river  7 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  Joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill. 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 

Never — no,  never  ! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour  ! 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever ! 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never — no,  never. 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  forever. 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes  ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never  I 

Rippon.  345.    8. 7.  4.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

Dismission. 
1  LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
247 


346, 347.  AvoRSHip. 

Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 

O,  refresh  us, 
Trav'lling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
May  the  fruits  of  thy'salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heav'n, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay, 

May  we,  ready. 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day ! 

Hart.  346.    L.  M.     Old  Hundred. 

1  DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing.  Lord ; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 

All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good  : 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  ev'ry  fetter'd  soul  release, 

And  bid  us  all  depart  m  peace. 

Newton.  347.     cm.     Brattle  Street. 

For  Christian  conference. 

1  O  LORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire. 

For  here  we  trust  thou  art ! 

Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  fire 

To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

248 


WORSHIP.  348. 

2  Show  us  some  tokens  of  thy  love 

Our  fainting-  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 

And  love,  and  concord,  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  fe.eling  heart,  ths  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind,  bestow ; 

And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high 

To  make  our  graces  grow. 

6  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 
In  faith  present  our  prayers, 
And  in  the  presence  orour  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Enforc'd  by  mighty  grace. 
Awaken  sinners  all  around 
To  come  and  fill  t'he  place 

Tappan.  348,      l.  m,     Rockingham. 

House  of  God. 

1  HOLY  be  this  as  was  the  place 

To  him  of  Padan-aram  known, 
Where  Abram's  God  reveal'd  his  face. 
And  caught  the  pilgrim  to  the  throne. 

2  O,  how  transporting  was  the  glow 

That  thriird  his  bosom,  mix'd  with  fear ! 
"  Lo,  the  Eternal  walks  below  ! 
The  Highest  tabernacles  here  I  " 

3  Be  ours,  when  faith  and  hope  grow  dim, 

The  glories  which  the  Patriarch  saw  ; 
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349, 350.  WORSHIP. 

And  when  we  faint,  may  we,  like  him, 
Fresh  vigor  from  the  vision  draw. 

4  Heaven's  light  now  shone  upon  his  head, 
And  fiash'd  new  splendors  on  his  view ; 
Break  forth,  O  Sun,  and  freely  shed 
Glad  rays  upon  our  Bethel  too. 

S.  Lyrics.  340.     s.  m.  Seir. 

The  morning  prayer  meeting.    Mark  i.  36. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay 

Which  breaks  upon  our  ear, 

When,  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 

Christians  unite  in  prayer ! 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  : 
He  listens  to  their  bursting  sighs. 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  morning  light ; 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  Glorv  to  God  on  high 

who  sends  his  blessings  down 
To  rescue  souls  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  make  his  people  one. 

N.  Y.  E.  350.    7.  Edyfield. 

The  sunrise  prayer  meeting. 

1  HASTE— the  day  dawns— haste  away  ; 
Join  the  baud  that  loves  to  pray. 
Sweet  it  is,  and  blest  employ — 

Full  of  comfort — rich  in  joy. 

2  Haste,  before  the  sun's  full  ray 
Bids  the  twilight  flee  away ; 

250 


WORSHIP.  351. 

Haste,  and  seek  the  Saviour's  face, 
Share  his  love,  and  feel  his  grace. 

3  O,  my  soul,  'tis  good  to  be 
In  such  blissful  company. 
Wouldst  thou  flee  from  ev'ry  snare  ? 
Hide  thee  in  the  house  of  prayer. 

4  Jesus  loves  to  meet  his  saints — 
Loves  to  soothe  their  bitterest  plaints; 
Deigns  to  hear  the  humblest  groan  ; 
All  our  griefs  he  makes  his  own. 

6  O,  then  rise,  and  haste  away, 
And  with  prayer  begin  the  day  : 
Let  it  float  in  ev'ry  breath, — 
Sweet  in  life,  the  calm  of  death. 

6  Soon  the  voice  of  prayer  shall  die 
In  the  rapturous  song  on  high  ; 
We  shall  shout  on  Canaan's  shore, 
Hallelujah,  evermore. 

Kelly.  351.    8.7.  Tamworth, 

At  parting. 

1  GOD  of  our  salvation,  hear  us  ; 

Bless,  O  bless  us,  ere  we  go  ; 
When  we  join  the  world,  be  near  us, 
Lest  we  cold  and  careless  grow. 

Saviour,  keep  us — 
Keep  us  safg  from  ev'ry  foe. 

2  May  we  live  in  view  of  heaven , 

*    Where  Ave  hope  to  see  thy  face : 
Save  us  from  unhallow'd  leaven. 
All  that  might  obscure  thy  grace  ; 

Keep  us  walking 
Each  in  his  appointed  place. 

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352,  353.        FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

3  As  our  steps  are  drawing  nearer 
To  the  place  we  call  our  home, 
May  our  view  of  heaven  grow  clearer, 
Hope  more  bright  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And,  when  dying, 
May  thy  presence  cheer  the  gloom. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 


Doddridge.  S52,     l.  m.  All  Saints. 

Family  worship.     Gen.  xviii.  19. 

1  FATHER  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace  ; 
From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  hand 
They  have  been,  and  are  still  sustain'd. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'a  ; 

Who,  Lord  of  heav'n,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night,  present  its  vows; 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 

4  O,  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name  ; 
While  pleas'd  and  thankful  we  remove 
To  join  the  family  above. 

"Watts.  3^3.     E.  M.  Hingham. 

A  morning  hymn. 
1  GOD  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  naste  to  rise, 
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FAMILY  WORSHIP.  354. 

And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

2  O,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 
With  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

3  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threat'nings  just — thy  promise  sure  ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  s"imple  wise. 

4  Give  me  thy  counsels  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss. 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are' faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this. 

Watts.  304.     c.  M.  Costellow. 

Evening. 

1  LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray. 

I  am  forever  thine. 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  care  and  business  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone". 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

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355,  356.       FAMILY  WORSHIP 

Watts.  355.    CM.     Peterborough. 

Morning. 

1  ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats  ; 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame  : 

My  tongu^  shall  speak  his  praise. 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  How  many  wretched  souls  have  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun  ! 
And  yet  thou  lengthen'st  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine 

While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

Kenn.  3€^G*     l.  m.  Dawn. 

IMorning. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run; 
Shake  oftdull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  "bear  thy  part. 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th'  eternal  King. 

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357. 


3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  has  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day. 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  : 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

C.  Psalmody.       S5T,     7.  Nuremburg. 

Morning. 

1  THOU,  that  dost  my  life  prolong, 
Kindly  aid  my  morning  son^  ; 
Thankful  from  my  couch  I  rise 
To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Thou  didst  hear  my  evening  cry  ; 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed, 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

3  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night ; 
'Twas  thy  hand  restor'd  the  light. 
Lord,  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 
Plenteous  as  the  morning  dew. 

4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray  ; 
O,  preserve  me  tnrough  the  day  : 
Dangers  ev'rj'where  abound ; 
Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 

5  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul  thy  beams  display  ; 

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358,  359.       FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 

Hart.  Col.  308.     l.  m.  Sterling. 

An  evening  hymn. 

1  BLEST  Lord,  when  darkness  veils  the  skies 
Prevent  the  slumber  of  my  eyes, 

Till,  bow'd  before  the  King  of  kings, 
I  ask  myself  the  foU'wing  things  : 

2  Where  have  I  been — what  have  I  done  ? 
To  what  new  follies  have  I  run  ? 
Have  I  observ'd  each  rising  thought, 

And  done  the  things  which  God  hath  taught  ? 

3  Do  secret  thoughts  and  actions  prove 
My  love  to  God  who  reigns  above  ? 
Do  my  affections  rise  on  high, 

As  days  and  nights  successive  fly  ? 

4  Do  I  rejoice  in  that  wise  plan 
Which  governs  all  th'  affairs  of  man  ? 
Gives  life,  and  health,  and  joy,  and  rest, 
Or  sends  affliction  when  "tis  best  ? 

5  And  when  God's  holy  law  I  hear, 
Does  it  alarm  mv  heart  with  fear  ? 
Or  does  it  sweetly  rule  within, 

And  make  me  hate  and  fly  from  sin  ? 

€  Lord,  help  me  to  see  and  try  my  heart, 
And  search  me  through  in  ev'ry  part ; 
Cleanse  me  from  sin,  and  warm  my  love — 
Thus  fit  me  for  the  world  above. 

Watts.  359.     CM.         Colchester. 

For  Lord's  day  morning.     Ps.  v.  3. 
1  LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  nigh ; 
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FAMILY  WORSHIP.       360,  361. 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

3  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

4  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Watts.  360.    L.  M.     Castle  Street. 

A  hymn  for  morning  or  evening. 

1  MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew, 

2  Thou  spread 'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days. 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Curtis' Col.        361.     s.  M.  Dover. 

Evening. 
1  ANOTHER  Hay  is  past— 
The  hours  forever  fled  ; 
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362.  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

And  time  is  bearing  me  away 
To  mingle  with  the  dead. 

2  My  mind  in  perfect  peace 

My  Father's  care  shall  keep  : 
I  yield  to  gentle  slumber  now, 
For  Thou  canst  never  sleep. 

3  How  blessed,  Lord,  are  they 

On  thee  securely  stay'd  ! 
Nor  shall  they  be  in  liie  alarm'd, 
Nor  be  in  death  dismay'd. 

Kenn.  363.     l.  m.  Tallis. 

Evening. 

1  GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  sin  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Let  my  blest  Guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
His  watchful  station  near  me  keep, 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 
And  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill. 

4  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

5  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  ; 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth — 'tis  heaven  above. 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love ! 

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FAMILY  WORSHIP.       863,  364. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host — 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Seamen's  Col.      363 .     7.  Alcester. 

Morning  devotion. 

1  NOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  ; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come. 
Lord,  we  would  be  thine  to-day: 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Make  our  souls  as  noonday  clear ; 
Banish  ev'ry  doubt  and  fear. 

In  thy  vineyard,  Lord,  to-day, 
We  would  labor — we  would  pray. 

3  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 

0  receive  us  then  at  last. 
Labor  then  will  all  be  o'er; 
Sin's  dark  night  will  be  no  more. 

Steele.  364*     c.  m.  Belmont. 

Morning-. 

1  GREAT  God,  preserved  by  thine  arm, 

1  pass'd  the  shades  of  night 
Serene,  and  safe  from  ev'ry  harm, 

And  see  returning  light. 

2  O,  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  wakeful  hours  attend  ; 

From  ev'ry  danger,  ev'ry  snare. 

My  heedless  steps  defend. 

3  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days  ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  rny  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

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365,  366.       FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Z.  Songster.        3G^.     c.  m.     Bower  Bank. 
Early  rising.     Mark  i.  35. 

1  MY  lovely  Jesus,  while  on  earth, 

Arose  before  'twas  day. 
And  to  a  solitary  place 
Departed,  there  to  pray. 

2  I'll  do  as  did  my  blessed  Lord ; 

His  footsteps  I  will  trace. 

I  love  to  meet  him  in  the  grove, 

And  view  his  smiling  face. 

3  Early  I'll  rise,  and  sing,  and  pray, 

While  I  the  light  enjoy  ; 
May  this  bless'd  work,  from  day  to  day 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

Watts.  366.    L.  M.  Hebron. 

An  evening  hymn. 

1  THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on ; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  ev'ry  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste. 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 
He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  : 

Peace'  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground. 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  break  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 
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FAMILY  WORSHIP.      367,  368. 

Watts.  367.    c.  M.    Peterborough. 

Evening. 

1  DREAD  Sovereign  !  let  my  evening  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise ; 
Assist  the  offering  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  ; 
'  And  stitl  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around ; 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Redeemer  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 

To  save  my  guilty  soul  ? 

Alas,  my  sins  are  multiplied 

Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Yet,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

Lord,  to  thv  cross  I  flee. 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

Parkinson.  368.     cm.        Farrington. 

Saturday  night. 

1  BEGONE,  my  worldly  cares,  away  ! 

Nor  dare  to'tempt  my  sight ; 
Let  me  begin  th'  ensuing  day 
Before  I  end  this  night. 

2  Yes,  let  the  work  of  prayer  and  praise 

Employ  my  heart  and'tongue. 
Begin,  my  soul !— thy  sabbath  days 
Can  never  be  too  long. 

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369,  370.       FAMILY  <V'ORSHIP. 

3  Let  the  past  mercies  of  the  week 

Excit*a  gralelul  frame  ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  refuse  to  speak 
Some  good  of  Jesus'  name. 

4  Jesus  !— how  pleasing  is  the  sound 

How  worthy  of  my  love  ! 
Why  is  my  heart  so  lifeless  found  ? 
Why  plac'd  no  more  above  ? 

5  Forgive  my  dulness,  dearest  Lord, 

And  quicken  all  my  powers  ; 

Prepare  me  lo  attend  thy  word, 

To  improve  the  sacred  hours. 

6  On  wings  of  expectation  borne. 

My  hopes  to  heaven  ascend ; 

I  long  to  welcome  in  the  morn, 

The  day  with  thee  to  spend. 

Epis.  Col.  :i69.     7.  HoUey. 

Nightfall. 

1  SOFTLY,  now,  the  light  of  day- 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away. 
Free  from  care — from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Soon  to  me  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  : 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee  ! 

Steele.  3TO.     c.  m.  London. 

Morning. 
1  GOD  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
To  thee  I  cheerful  raise  ; 
Thy  acts  of  love  'tis  good  to  sing, 
And  pleasant  'tis  to  praise. 
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FAMILY  WORSHIP.  371. 

2  Preserv'd  by  thy  almighty  arm, 

I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night 
Serene,  and  safe  from  ey'ry  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

3  While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 

In  gentle  sleep  I  clos'd  my  eyes, 

And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

4  O  let  thfe  same  almighty  care 

Through  all  this  day  attend  ; 
From  ev'^ry  danger,  ev'ry  snare 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

5  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  mv  future  days ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul, 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

Moravian  Col.    371.     cm.  Medfield. 

Evening. 

1  IN  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me 

Through  all  the  hours  of  night, 
And  grant  to  me  most  graciously 
The  safeguard  of  thy  might. 

2  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  my  eyes 

Since  thou  wilt  not  remove  ; 
O,  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 

3  Or,  if  this  night  should  prove  the  last, 

And  end  my  transient  days, 
Lord,  take  me  to  thy  promis'd  rest, 
Where  I  may  sing  tny  praise. 


372,  373.       FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Steele.  372.     l.  m.       Duke  Street. 

Evening. 

1  GREAT  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  ; 
O  let  thy  mercv  tune  mv  tongue, 
And  fill  my  neart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  ev'ry  gently-rolling  'hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  Thy  love  and  power,  celestial  guard ! 

Preserve  me  from  surrounding  harm: 
Can  dano^er  reach  me  while  the  Lord 
Extends  his  kind,  protecting  arm  ? 

4  Let  this  blest  hope  my  eyelids  close  ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame. 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose. 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

Hart.  Col.  873.     l.  m.       Canterbury. 

Morning. 

1  WITH  thee,  great  God,  the  stores  of  light. 

And  stores  of  darkness,  lie  ; 
Thou  form'st  the  sable  veil  of  night, 
And  spread'st  it  round  the  sky. 

2  And  when,  with  welcome  slumber  press'd, 

We  close  our  weary  eyes, 
Thy  power  unseen  secures  our  rest, 
And  makes  us  joyful  rise. 

3  Numbers,  last  night,  great  God,  have  met 

Their  long,  eternal  doom, 
And  lost  the  joys  of  mornmg  light 
In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 

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FAMILY  WORSHIP.       374,  375. 

4  Numbers  on  restless  beds  still  lie, 

And  still  their  woes  bewail ; 
While  we,  by  thy  kind  hand  uprais'd, 
A  thousand  pleasures  feel. 

5  To  thee,  great  God,  in  thankful  songs, 

Our  morning  thoughts  arise  : 
Propitious  in  thy  Son,  accept 
The  willing  sacrifice. 

CoUyer.  374.     l.  m.  Portugal. 

Nighu 

1  THE  night  shall  hear  me  raise  my  song ; 
And  in  her  silent  courts,  my  tongue 
Shall  pour  the  solitary  lay 

For  all  the  mercies  ot  the  day. 

2  Nor  will  my  God  disdain<«o  hear 
The  sigh  1  breathe,  the  fervent  prayer, 
When,  sinking  to  oblivious  rest, 

I  seek  the  pillow  of  his  breast. 

3  And  when  the  blushing  morn  shall  rise 
To  tinge  with  gold  the  eastern  skies, 
With  strength  Venew'd,  my  thankful  lay 
Shall  hail  the  new-born  beams  of  day. 

Union.  375.     c.  m.  Rochester. 

An  evening  hymn. 

1  INDULGE^^T  Father,  by  whose  care 

I've  passed  another  day, 
Let  me  this  night  thy  me'rcy  share, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  moura 

Mv  guilt  before  thy  face  ; 

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376.  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Direct  me,  Lord,  to  Christ  alone, 
And  save  me  by  thy  ^race. 

3  Guide  me  through  life's  uncertain  path, 

Nor  let  me  from  thee  stray  ; 
Preserve  my  fleeting,  mortal  breach 
Through  each  revolving  day. 

4  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love, 
And  ev'ry  hour  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joj-s  above. 

5  And  when  on  earth  I  close  mine  eyes 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me  to  heaven  and  glory  rise 
To  enjoy  thy  smiling  face, 

Y.  C.  C.  376.     s.  M.         Aylesbury. 

Evening. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone 

The  evening  shades  appear. 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by 

■  Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise. 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 
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FAMILY  WORSHIP.      377,  378. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  tinie  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest— 
The  bosom  of  thy  love  ! 

H.K.White.      377.     CM.  Barby. 

Family  meeting  for  worship. 

1  O  LORD,  another  day  is  flown, 

And  we,  a  lonely  band. 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne 
To  bless  thy  fost'ring  hand. 

2  And' wilt  thou  bend  a  list'ning  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours  ? 
Thou  wilt,  for  thou  dost  love  to  hear 
The  song  which  meekness  pours. 

3  And,  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign 

As  we  before  thee  pray  ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train— 
And  are  we  less  than  they  ? 

4  O,  let  ihv  grace  perform  its  part, 

And  le't  contention  cease  ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  ev'ry  heart 
Thine  everlasting  peace. 

Liv.  Col.  378.     CM.  Mear. 

Morning  or  evening. 

1  ON  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God, 

My  waking  thoughts  attend  ; 
In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee  my  wishes  end . 

2  Mv  soul,  i-i  pleasing  wonder  lost. 

Thy  boundless  love  surveys ; 
And,  fired  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  of  praise. 

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379.  FAMILY  AVORSHIP. 

3  When  eveoing  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 

With  his  protection  blest, 

In  peace  ana  safety  I  commit 

My  weary  limbs  to  rest. 

4  My  spirit,  in  his  hand  secure, 

Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 
For,  whether  waking  or  asleep, 
Thou,  Lord,  art  with  me  still. 

W.  379.     L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Evenin?. 

1  I  HEAR  them  on  their  gladsome  way — 

Soft  gentle  strains  by  Christians  sung! 
*     O,  who  would  claim  this  blessed  day, 

And  leave  a  Christian's  harp  unstrung  7 

2  The  voice  of  praise  at  evening  hour 

Steals  o'er  this  wretched  heart  of  mine  : 
I  know  that  man  of  God,  with  power. 
Can  make  his  Saviour's  image  shine. 

3  Blest  circle  !  what  a  glorious  throng 

Of  angels,  from  their  home  on  high, 
Bend  now  to  him  to  whom  belong 
The  praises  of  the  upper  sky  ! 

4  Ere  long,  those  heaven-horn  notes  to  thee 

Will  swell  your  tide  of  glory  there. 
And,  in  the  eternal  arches  free, 
The  blessings  of  your  God  will  share. 

5  Then  praise  him  till  your  latest  breath 

Goes  out  upon  your  trembling  tongue, 
And  grasp  the  tyrant,  who  is  Death, 
But  let  the  Christian's  harp  be  strung. 
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FAMILY  WORSHIP.  380, 381, 382. 

Brown.  380.  St.  Martin's. 

1  ASSEMBLED  round  thine  altar,  Lord, 

To  lift  our  hearts  in  prayer. 

To  read  the  pages  of  th}'  word. 

And  learn  our  duty  there  : 

2  We  ask  thy  Spirit's  guiding  ray  ; 

Thy  presence  we  implore. 
Dear  Saviour,  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
And  how  to  love  thee  more. 

3  So  shall  our  worship  here  below  ^ 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  saints  thy  endless  glory  view, 
And  sing  redeeming  love. 

Lyre.  381.    cm.        Cambridge. 

Daily  mercies. 

1  O  GOD,  thy  gifts  of  tender  love 

Are  ev'ry  evening  new, 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night 

To  guard  our  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light. 
And  wakes  our  drowsy  powers. 

3  We  yield  ourselves  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  devote  our  days  : 
For  constant  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  our  constant  praise. 

Montgomery.  38S.  Shirland. 

On  removing  to  a  new  house. 
1  IN  all  my  ways,  O  Lord, 
I  would  aclcnowledge  thee, 

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383 


And  seek  to  keep  my  heart  and  house 
From  all  pollution  free. 

2  Where'er  I  have  a  tent, 

An  altar  will  I  raise ; 
And  thither  my  oblations  bring 
Of  humble  prayer  and  praise. 

3  Could  I  my  wish  obtain, 

My  household,  Lord,  should  be 
Devoted  to  thyself  alone — 
A  nursery  for  thee. 


REVIVAL. 


Palmer.  383.    8. 7.  Easter. 

Praise  for  a  revival, 

1  FOUNT  of  everlasting  love! 

Rich  thy  streams  of  mercy  are — 
Flowing  purely  from  above. 
Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 

2  Lo,  thy  church,  thy  garden  now, 

Blooms  beneath  th^'heavenly  shower ! 
Sinners  feel,  and  melt,  and  bow : 
Mild,  yet  mighty,  is  thy  power. 

3  God  of  grace,  before  thy  throne 

Here  our  warmest  thanks  we  bring. 
Thine  the  glory— thine  alone: 
Loudest  praise  to  thee  we  sing. 

4  Hear,  O  hear,  our  grateful  song ; 

Let  thy  spirit  still  descend ; 
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REVIVAL.  3S4, 385. 

Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along:, 

Widening,  deepening,  to  the  end. 

Hoskins.  S84.     CM.  Salem. 

Acts  viii.  8. 

1  HOW  much  the  hearts  of  those  revive 

That  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive 
By  his  all-quick 'ning  word  ! 

2  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice 

When  souls  the  word  receive, 
When  sinners  hear  the  Saviour's  voice, 
And  in  the  Lord  believe. 

3  The  church  of  God  their  praises  join, 

And  of  salvation  sing; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine 
Of  their  victorious  King. 

4  In  heav'n  above  there's  joy  and  praise 

Before  the  Lord  Most  High  ; 
Th'  angelic  choirs  their  voices  raise, 
And  with  each  other  vie. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  comfort  us  to  night ; 

Thy  work,  O  Lord,  revive  ; 
May  we  enjoy  this  noble  sight- 
Dead  sinners  made  alive. 

385.     s.  M.  Troas. 

Revival.     Hab.  iii.  2. 
1  REVIVE  thy  work,  O  Lord, 
And  send  salvation  down  : 
Let  the  sharp  arrows  of  thy  word, 
Now  pierce  the  hearts  ot  stone. 

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386.  REVIVAL. 

2  Ride  in  thy  prosperous  car  ; 

Regain  thy  people  lost ; 
Let  thy  right  hand  conduct  the  war ; 
Let  victory  crown  thy  host. 

3  Thy  fainting  saints  revive  ; 

Awaken  them  that  sleep ; 
Make  the  dry  bones  arise  and  live, 
And  comfort  all  that  weep. 

4  Behold  the  extensive  field 

Throng'd  with  the  heaps  of  slain ! 
Though  dead  in  sin,  thy  power,  reveal'd^ 
Shall  make  them  live  again. 

6  Come,  O  ye  wmds  of  heav'n, 
Breathe  o'er  this  vale  of  death ; 
May  the  good  spirit,  richly  given, 
Fill  all  with  praying  breath ! 

Ne-wton.  386.     l.  m.     Castle  Street, 

Trusting  in  God. 

1  WHILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way 

To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  rnine. 

2  "  Though  for  a  time  I  hide  my  face. 

Rely  upon  my  love  and  power  : 

Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace,- 

And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  "  Take  down  thy  long-neglected  harp ; 

I've  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  prayer. 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 

But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord,  I  obey — my  hopes  revive. 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing. 
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REVIVAL.  387, 388. 

Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

Swain.  387.     s.  m.  Lisbon. 

Praise  for  conversion. 

1  WHO  can  forbear  to  sing, 

Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
When  Zion's  high,  celestial  King 
His  saving  power  displays? 

2  When  sinners  at  his  feet, 

By  mercy  conquer'd,  fall  ? 
When  grace,  and  truth,  and  justice  meet, 
And  peace  unites  them  all '? 

3  Who  can  forbear  to  praise 

Our  high,  celestial  King, 
When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  grace 
Invites  our  tongues  to  sing  ? 

Needhara.  388.     c.  m.  Knaresborough. 

Joy  in  one  -,onversion.     Luke  xv.  10. 

1  O,  HOW  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns. 
And,  with  a  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns  ! 

2  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heav'n  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleas'd,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own 

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day.  REVIVAL. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 
But  kindle  with  new  fire  ; 
"  The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

Lyre.  389.     l.  m.  Rothwell. 

Welcome  to  converts. 

1  CONVERTS  to  Christ's  benignant  sway, 

Welcome  to  Zion's  happy  hill ; 
Welcome  where  zealous  hearts  obey 
One  blessed  law — Immanuel's  will. 

2  Welcome  to  Jesus'  gentle  reign, 

Free  from  the  foe's  malignant  eye  ; 
For  God  has  loosed  thy  tyrant's  chain. 
And  love's  soft  beams  its  place  supply". 

3  But  stop — we  have  not  reached  our  rest ; 

We're  pilgrims  through  a  hostile  land ; 
Oft  by  the  foe  we're  sorely  prest, 
And  dangers  frown  on  ev'ry  hand, 

4  Yet  welcome  to  our  conflict  still ; 

Danger  has  lost  its  deadly  power ; 

Immanuel's  hand,  with  wondrous  skill, 

With  victory  crowns  the  final  hour. 

5  Brethren  in  Christ ! — by  this  new  name 

Our  joyful  hearts  your  coming  greet : 
Joyful,  yet  trembling,  lest  we  shame 

That  cause  in  which  our  hearts  now  meet. 

6  Yet  look  to  Christ,  our  Captain,  King! 

His  arm  can  shield  our  dangerous  way. 
And  safe  each  faithful  soul  will  bring 
Up  to  his  courts  of  endless  dav. 
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REVIVAL.  390, 391. 

lly.  390,    8.7.4.  Zion. 

Isaiah  iii.  7. 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands  ! 
Welcopme  news  to  Zion  bearing — 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 

Mourning  captivCj 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful? 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  prov'd  ? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful. 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmov'd  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  belov'd. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee! 

He  himseit  appears  thy  friend. 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee : 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end. 

Great  deliv'rance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee  ; 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past  j^ 
God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee  ; 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlr.sting  rest. 

C.  C.  391.     c.  p.  M.  Ganges. 

Revival  blessings. 
1  THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  : 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes  ; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
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391.  REVIVAL. 


From  Jesus  flow  to  ev'ry  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on  ; 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 

My  soul  a  witness  is. 
Come,  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
To  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me. 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour,  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  relieve. 
None  are  too  late,  if  they  repent. 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went : 

Jesus  did  him  receive. 

6  Come,  brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
Who  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on. 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  There  we  shall  reign,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear  ! 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 
For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 
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REVIVAL.  392, 393. 

Village.  39^.     7.  Nuremburg. 

The  little  cloud.     1  Kings  xviii.  44. 

1  SAW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise 
Little  as  a  human  hand  ? 

Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies — 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land. 

2  Lo,  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above  : 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  tlie  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day. 

Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run ; 

Now  it  wins  its  wid'ning  way. 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise ! 

He  the  door  hath  open'd  wide  ; 
He  hath  giv'n  the  word  of  grace ; 
Jesus'  word  is  glorified. 

Beddome.  303*    l.  m.  Antigua. 

Joy  in  the  reign  of  Christ. 

1  REJOICE,  for  Christ,  the  Saviour,  reigns. 

He  spreads  his  triumphs  all  abroad. 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

2  His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar 

Daily  at  Zion's  gate  arrive  ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  O,  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 

And  ev'ry  foe  his  power  subdue, 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glories  show. 
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394.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

4  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb 
From  all  below,  from  all  above ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name — 
In  songs  as  lofty  as  his  love. 


MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 


Collyer.  394,    l.  m.         St.  Paul's. 

For  missionary  associations. 

1  ASSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  ; 
The  voice  that  marshall'd  ev'ry  star 
Has  call'd  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  blea  ; 
Along  the  line — to  either  pole — 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  First  bow  our  hearts  beneath  thy  sway ; 
Then  give  thy  growing  empire  way 
O'er  wastes  of  sin,  o'er  fields  of  blood, 
Till  all  mankind  shall  be  subdued. 

4  Our  prayers  assist — accept  our  praise— 
Our  liopes  revive — our  courage  raise — 
Our  counsels  aid — and  O  impart 

The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart  ! 

5  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come ; 
Recall  the  wand'ring  spirit  home. 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

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MISSIOiXARY  CONCERT.  395,  396. 

Hooker's  Col.    395.     l.  m.  Blendon. 

Prayer  for  the  spread  of  the  Gospel.    Psalm  xliii.  3. 

1  BRIGHT  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
Vast  as  the  blessings  he  conveys 
Wide  as  his  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  permanent  as  his  control : 

2  So,  Jesus,  let  thv  kingdom  come  ; 
Then  sin  and  helPs  terrific  gloom 
Shall,  at  his  brightness,  flee  away— 
The  dawn  of  an  eternal  day. 

3  Then  shall  the  heathen,  filled  with  awe, 
Learn  the  blest  knowledge  of  thy  law ; 
And  Antichrist,  on  every  shore, 

Fall  from  his  throne  to  rise  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  thy  lofty  praise  resound 

On  Afric's  shores,  through  India's  ground  ; 
And  islands  of  the  southern  sea 
Shall  stretch  their  eager  arms  to  thee. 

5  Then  shall  the  Jew  and  Gentile  meet 
In  pure  devotion  at  thy  feet ; 

And  earth  shall  yield  thee,  as  thy  due, 
Her  fulness,  and  her  glory  too. 

Winchell'sSup.    396.     8.  7.  4.  Sic.  Hy 

1  NOW  we  hail  the  happy  dawning 

Of  the  gospel's  glorious  light : 

May  it  take  the  wings  of  morning, 

And  dispel  tlie  shades  of  night. 

Blessed  Saviour, 
Let  our  eyes  behold  the  sight. 

2  Let  the  worid,  O  Lord,  adore  thee  ; 

Universal  be  thy  fame  ; 


mn. 


397,  39S.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

Kings  and  subjects  fall  before  thee, 
-And  extol  thy  matchless  name  ; 

All  ascribing 
Endless  praises  to  the  Lamb. 

Tappan.  397.     l.  m.  Dunstan 

^  ^^W  '  ^'■^  >'°"  ^^^'ds  ^s  heard  the  strain 
yt  joy  and  praise  ascending  high. 
^'^  song  of  Zion  cheers  the  plain  ; 
The  desert  breathes  the  contrite's  sigh. 

2  Now  true  religion  rears  her  throne 

Where  superstition  darkly  trod  • 

And,  where  his  altar  Avas  unknown, 

iJnnumber'd  temples  rise  to  God. 

3  Raise  your  glad  songs,  ye  choirs,  on  hio-h  • 

balvation  to  the  heathen  flows  ! 
Let  anthems  roll  along  the  sky  .- 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose .' 

Voke.  398.     L.M.  Effingham. 

Prospect  of  success,  or  encouragement  to  use  means. 

Isa.  XXXV.  I. 

^  S?^?^P  ^^®  expected  lime  draw  near, 
1  he  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear ; 
cehold  the  wilderness  assume 
The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom. 

J  Events  with  prophecies  conspire 
To  raise  our  faith,  our  zeal  to  fire  • 
The  ripening  fields,  already  white, 
I  resent  a  harvest  to  our  sight. 

3  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; 
The  exiled  slave  wails  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  jrive 
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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  399,  40Q. 

4  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  the  bless'd  labor  share  a  part ; 
Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring- 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

Sigourney.         399.     8.  7.  Greenville. 

1  ONWARD,  onward,  men  of  heaven ! 

Bear  the  gospel  banner  high. 
Rest  not  till  its  light  is  given, 

Star  of  ev'ry  pagan  sky. 
Send  it  where'  the  pilgrim  stranger 

Faints  'neath  Asia's  vertic  ray ; 
Bid  the  red-brow'd  forest  ranger 

Hail  it  ere  it  fades  away. 

2  Where  the  Arctic  ocean  thunders, 

Where  the  tropics  fiercely  glow. 
Broadly  spread  its  page  of  wonders, 

Brightly  did  its  radiance  flow. 
India  marks  its  lustre  stealing  ; 

Shivering  Greenland  loves  its  rays ; 
Afric,  mid  her  deserts  kneeling. 

Lifts  the  untaught  strain  of  praise. 

3  Rude  in  speech,  or  grim  in  feature. 

Dark  in  spirit,  though  they  be. 
Show  that  light  to  every  creature. 

Prince  or  vassal,  bond  or  free. 
Lo  !  they  haste  to  every  nation  ; 

Host  on  hosts  the  ranks  supply  ; 
Onward  !  Christ  is  your  salvation. 

And  your  death,  is  victory. 

Beddome.  400.     l.  m.  Arnheim. 

Thy  kingdom  come.     Mat.  vi.  10. 
1  ASCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King, 
And  spread'  thv  glories  all  abroad  ; 
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401.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

Let  thy  own  arm  salvation  bring-, 
And  be  thou  known,  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat ; 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face  ; 
Brin|  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  O,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name; 
Be  thou  through  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd. 

Reed's  Col.         401.     h.  m.  Darnell. 

1  HARK!  hark  !— the  notes  of  joy 

Roll  o'er  the  heav'nly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 

For  their  sublimest  strains  : 
Some  new  delight  in  heav'n  is  known — 
Loud  sing  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark !  hark !— the  sounds  draw  nigh ; 

The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky  ; 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend. 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round  ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

What  pity  he  can  show. 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  tlie  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men. 
And  all  his  grace  proclaim. 
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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  402,403. 

Angels  and  men,  wake  ev'ry  string; 
'Tis  God,  the  Saviour's,  praise  we  sing. 

Pratt's  Col.  409.     7.  6.      Miss.  Hymn. 

1  ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  ! 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe 'to  the  destin'd  shore. 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death's  black  shade,  no  more. 

2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean ! 

Protect  them  from  all  harm. 
Thy  presence  e'er  be  with  them 

Wherever  they  may  be  : 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them, 

Still  let  them  be  with  thee. 

Voke.  403.     L.  M.     Rockingham. 

Prayer  for  the  spread  of  the  Gospel.     Ps.  ii.  8. 

1  THY  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word. 

And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face. 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat. 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 

Thy  sovereign  mercy  to  intreal ; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3  Hast  thou  not  sworn  to  give  thy  Son 

To  be  a  light  to  Gentile  lands  ? 
To  open  the  benighted  eye. 

And  loose  the  wretched  pris'ners  bands  ? 
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404.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

4  Hast  thou  not  said,  from  sea  to  sea 

His  vast  dominion  shall  extend '? 

That  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 

And  ev'ry  knee  before  him  bend  ? 

5  Now  let  the  hap]»y  time  appear — 

The  time  to  favor  Zion  come. 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near 
To  call  thy'banish'd  children  home. 

Bp.  Heber.         404.     7.  6.      Miss.  H5nim. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand. 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand — 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle? 
Though  ev'ry  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile '.' 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown : 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

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MISSIONARY  CO>'CERT.  405,  406. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  stor^^, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  s'ea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature. 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Rippon.  405.     L.  M.  Nazareth. 

A  -blessing  on  missionaries  desired. 

1  WHERE'ER  the  blustering  nbrth  wind  blows, 
And  spreads  its  frost  or  fleecy  snows  ; 
Where'er  the  sun,  with  quick''ning  ray, 
Shines  all  abroad  and  gives  the  day  : 

2  Where'er  the  lesser  orbs  of  light 

Dart  forth  their  beams  and  gild  the  night  ;— 
There  may  his  heralds  loud  proclaim 
The  Saviour's  love,  the  Saviour's  name. 

3  For  works  so  pleasing,  so  benign, 
Lord,  grant  thy  influences  divine, 
Till  all  the  spacious  globe  around 
With  raplur'd  songs  of  praise  resound. 

406.    L.  M.  Quito. 

Missionary  meeting. 

1  INDULGENT  God  of  love  and  pow'r, 
Be  with  us  at  this  solemn  hour  ! 
Smile  on  our  souls,  our  plans  approve 
By  which  we  seek  to  spread  thy  love. 

2  Let  each  discordant  thought  be  gone, 
And  love  unite  our  hearts  in  one ; 
Let  all  we  have  and  are  combine 

To  forward  objects  so  divine. 

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407,  408.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

Kelly.  407.    8.  7.  4.  Oliphant, 

Men  of  God. 

1  MEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations  ! 

Darkness  reigns  throughout  the  earth. 
Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth  ; 

Bear  the  tidings 
Of  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth. 

2  What  though  earth  and  hell  united 

Should  oppose  the  Saviour's  plan  ? 
Plead  his  cause,  nor  be  affrighted  : 
Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  man. 

Vain  their  tumult : 
Stop  his  work  they  never  can. 

3  When  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 

Jesus  will  his  own  defend  : 
Borne  afar  'midst  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  will  appear  your  friend  : 

And  his  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

C.  Index.  408.  HoUy. 

Cry  for  missionaries.     Acta  xvi.  9. 

1  HARK  !  from  Burmah's  darken'd  shore 

Sounds  the  Macedonian  cry. 
Dying  Pagans  help  implore  : 
'"  Help,  O  help  us  ere  we  die  ! 

2  Give  us  all  the  Sacred  Word  ; 

Teachers  too  our  feet  to  guide ; 
Point  us  to  the  only  Lord 
Who  for  guilty  rebels  died." 

3  Hark  !  another  sad  complaint. 

Burmah's  teachers  raise  the  cry : 
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3IISS10XARY  CONCERT.  409. 

"  Send  us  helpers— we  are  faint- 
Some  are  gone,  and  soon  we  die. 

4  See,  the  spreading  harvest  stands 

Waving  in  the  Spirit's  breeze- 
Ripened  lor  the  reaper's  hands. 
Saints  of  God,  the  sickle  seize." 

5  Hark  !  a  brother's  voice  replies. 

"  Burmah's  sorrows  touch  my  breast  : 
Let  me  point  those  darkened  eyes 
To  the  realm  of  endless  rest, 

6  "  Love  compels  me  there  to  dwell, 

There  to  spend  my  fleeting  breath  ; 
Joys  of  sense,  farewell,  farewell ! 
Welcome  sorrow,  hardship,  death." 

7  Brother,  fly  to  Burmah's  shore ; 

Guide  the  wanderer  to  the  skies  ; 
When  the  toils  of  life  are  o'er, 
May  you  seize  the  heavenly  prize. 

N.  y.  E.  409.    H.  M.        Carmathen, 

1  WHAT  notes  assail  mine  ear, 

Borne  on  by  every  gale  ! 
Soul-piercing'shrieks  I  hear— 

The  heathen's  dying  wail. 
My  blood  in  ev'ry  vein  it  thrills, 
And  my  whole  heart  with  pity  fills. 

2  For  them  no  cheering  light 

Illumes  the  opening  tomb. 
Beyond,  is  dismal  night, 

And  darkest,  densest  gloom. 
No  offer'd  grace  dispels  their  fears 
No  world  of  bliss  to  them  appears. 

3  Must  these  poor  souls  descend 

To  regions  of  despair, 

2S7 


410,411.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

And  never  know  the  friend 

Whose  mercy  pain  would  spare  ? 
Dear  brethren,  no — before  they  die, 
O  let  us  to  their  rescue  fly. 

Bowling.  410,     7.  Watchman. 

Isaiah  xxi.  11. 

1  WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  I 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes— it  brings  the  day, 

Promised"day,  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller,  blessedness  and  light. 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends  ! 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller,  ages  are  its  own  : 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night : 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease; 

Hie  thee  to  thy'quiet  home  ! 
Traveller,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God,  is  come  ! 

Baldwin.  411.    8.  7.  4.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

The  parting  scene. 
1  SEE  that  ship,  her  sails  now  bending, 
Destin'd  far  to  Indian  seas  ; 
288 


MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  411. 

See  her  canvass,  wide  extending, 
Catch  the  ling'ring  wished-for  breeze ; 
Richly  freighted 
With  ambassadors  of  peace. 

2  While  the  crowd  were  silent  standing, 
Solemn  prayer  devoutly  flow'd  ; 
Clouds  of  incense  like,  ascending 

Up  before  the  throne  of  God, 

For  our  brethren, 
While  they're  sailing  o'er  the  flood. 

3  Go,  3'e"heralds  of  salvation. 
Go,  proclaim  redeeming  blood  ; 
Publish  to  that  barb'rous  nation 
Peace  and  pardon  from  our  God. 

Tell  the  heathens 
None  but  Chbist  can  do  them  good. 

3  While  the  gospel  trump  3'ou're  sounding 
May  the  Spirit  seal  the  word  ; 
And,  through  sov'reign  grace  abounding, 
BuHMA>-s  bow  and  own  the  Lord. 
Idols  leaving, 
God  alone  shall  be  ador'd. 

6  Distant  though  our  souls  are  bending. 
Still  our  hearts  are  warm  and  true  ; 
In  our  prayers  to  heav'n  ascending. 
Brethren,  we'll  remember  you. 

Heav'n  preserve  you 
Safely  all  your  voyage  through. 

6  When  your  mission  here  is  finish'd. 
And  your  work  on  earth  is  done. 
May  your  souls,  by  grace  replenish'd, 
Find  acceptance  through  the  Son  : 

Thence  admitted, 
Dwell  forever  near  his  throne. 
19  289 


412.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

7  Loud  hosannas  now  resounding 
Make  the  heaven'ly  arches  ring  ; 
Grace  to  sinful  men  abounding, 
Ransom'd  millions  sweetly  sing, 

While  with  rapture 
All  adore  their  heav'nly  King. 

Williams.         412.    8.7.4.  Oliphant. 

Hills  of  darkness. 

1  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 

Look,  my  soul — be  still,  and  gaze. 
All  the  promises  do  travail 

With  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 
Blessed  jubilee. 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn, 

2  Let  the  Indian,  let  the  Negro, 

Let  the  rude  Barbarian,  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest 

Once  obtain'd  on  Calvarj'. 
Let  the  gospel 
Soon  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness. 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

4  May  the  glorious  day  approaching 

Thine  eternal  love  proclaim, 
And  the  everlasting  gospel 
Spread  abroad  thy  holy  name 
O'er  the  borders 
Of  the  great  Immanuel's  land. 
290  ' 


MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  413. 

5  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 
Win  and  conquer — never  cease. 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase. 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

Lyre.  413.    7.  6.         Colebrook. 

Soldiers  of  the  cross. 

1  SOLDIERS  of  the  cross,  arise! 
Lo,  your  leader  from  the  skies 
Waves  before  you  glory's  prize, 

The  prize  of  victory. 
Seize  your  armor — gird  it  on  ; 
The  battle's  yours — it  will  be  won ; 
Though  fierce  the  strife,  'twill  soon  be  done. 

Then  struggle  manfully. 

2  Jesus  conquer'd  when  he  fell ; 
Met  and  vanquish'd  earth  and  hell. 
Now  he  leads  you  on  to  swell 

The  triumphs  of  his  cross. 
Though  all  earth  and  hell  appear, 
Who  will  doubt  or  who  can  iear? 
"  God,  our  strength  and  shield,"  is  near : 

We  cannot  lose  our  cause. 

3  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God ! 
Jesus  points  the  victor's  rod ; 
Follow  where  your  leader  trod ; 

You  soon  shall  see  his  face. 
Soon,  your  enemies  all  slain, 
The  crown  of  glory  you  shall  gain, 
And  walk  among  that  glorious  trsda 

Who  shout  their  Saviour's  praise. 
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414,  415.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

Voke.  414.     L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Invitation  to  propagate  the  gospel.     Isa.  Lxli. 

1  GO,  favor'd  people,  and  proclaim 

The  kind  Redeemer  you  have  found  ; 
Publish  his  ever-precious  name 
To  all  the  wond'ring  nations  round. 

2  Go,  tell  the  panting  sable  chief, 

On  Ethiopia's  scorching  sand, 
You  come,  with  a  refreshing  stream, 
To  cheer  and  bless  his  thirsty  land. 

3  Go,  tell  the  distant  isles  afar, 

That  lie  in  darkness  and  the  grave, 
You  come,  a  glorious  light  to  show — 
You  come,  their  souls  to  seek  and  save. 

4  Go,  tell  on  India's  golden  shores 

Of  a  rich  treasure,  more  refin'd  ; 
And  tell  them,  though  they'll  scarce  believe, 
You  come  the  friend  of  human  kind. 

5  Say.  the  religion  you  profess 

Is  all  benevolence  and  love  ;  , 
And  by  its  own  divine  effects 
Its  heav'nly  origin  will  prove. 

Bristol  Col.       415.    8.  7.  4.  Oliphant. 

Zion's  increase  prayed  for.     Ps.  xiv.  3,  5. 

1  GIRD  thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour ; 

Make  the  word  of  truth  thy  car; 
Prosper  in  thy  course,  triumphant ; 
All  success"  attend  thy  war  ; 

Gracious  victor,  t 

Bring  thy  trophies  from  afar. 

2  Majesty  combin'd  with  meekness, 

Righteousness  and  peace  unite 
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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  416,  417. 

To  ensure  thy  blessed  conquests. 
Take  possession  of  thy  right ; 

Ride  triumphant, 
Deck'd  in  robes  of  purest  light. 

3  Blest  are  they  that  touch  thy  sceptre  ; 
Blest  are  all  that  own  thy  reign  ; 
Freed  from  sin,  that  worst  of  tyfants, 
Rescu'd  from  its  galling  chain  ; 

Saints  and  angels. 
All  who  know  thee,  bless  thy  reign. 

Francis.  4116.     8.  7.     Worthington. 

1  WHILE  the  heralds  of  salvation 

God's  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  his  friends  of  ev'ry  station 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  name. 

2  May  his  kingdom  be  promoted  ; 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know. 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted  ; 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 
♦ 

3  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations  ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above  ; 
Shout,  with  joyful  acclamations, 
His  divine,  victorious  love. 

Lyre.  417.  ^  8.  7.  4.       Tamworth. 

Dependence  on  God. 
1  WHO,  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit, 
Can  the  heathen  world' reclaim? 
Men  may  preach,  but  till  thou  favor 
Heathens  wilt  be  still  the  same. 

Mighty  Spirit ! 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

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418.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

2  Thou  hast  promised,  by  the  prophets, 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 
Come,  and  bless  bewildered  nations  ; 
Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise  ; 

Promised  Spirit ! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3  All  our  hopes  and  prayers  and  labors 

Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid. 
But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us  : 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said. 

Faithful  Spirit ! 
O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed. 

Logan.  4:18.     CM.  Geneva. 

Isaiah  ii.  2. 

1  BEHOLD !  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow; 
"  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"  And  to  his  courts,  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  ev'ry  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts, 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  : 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

5  Come,  then,  O  come,  from  every  land 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.   419,  420. 

And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

N.  Y.  E.  419.     8.7.4.  Sicilian. 

Cry  for  help. 

1  GO  where  Persian  flocks  are  feeding 

On  the  dark  Euphrates'  side  ; 
Go  where  souls  for  light  are  pleading, 
Of  the  lamp  of  life  denied. 

Souls  benighted, 
Of  the  lamp  of  life  denied. 

2  Hear  the  cry  for  help  prevailing 

Over  tempest,  wind,  and  wave  ! 
Full  of  agony  and  wailing — 
Haste  these  dying  souls  to  save. 

Christian  pilgrim. 
Haste  these  dymg  souls  to  save. 

3  See  the  heathen  lowly  bending 

To  that  soulless  idol  god, 
And  the  solemn  priest  pretending 
To  appease  with  human  blood. 

See  the  heathen 
Bending  to  their  idol  god. 

4  Zion,  send  to  ev'rv  nation 

Heralds  of  the  Prince  of  peace  ; 
Spread  the  knowledge  of  salvation 
tFnlil  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

Pray,  O  Zion ! 
Pray,  till  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

E.  B.  L.  4S0.     L.  M.  Uxbridge, 

The  missionary  leaving  home. 
1   FAR  from  the  home  of  infancy. 

Blest  with  thy  fervent,  faith'ful  prayers, 
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421.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

I  go,  my  mother,  o'er  the  sea, 
And  leave  thee,  friend  of  early  years, 

2  But  can  I  hear  to  say  farewell  ? 

My  mother  ! — at  that  tender  name, 
Alas,  can  human  language  tell 

The  sorrow  that  o'erpowers  my  frame  ? 

3  But  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go 

To  hear  his  banner  o'er  the  wave, 
Proclaiming  pardon  to  the  foe. 

And  blood- bought  pardon  to  the  slave. 

4  "  Yes,  go,"  replied  the  mother  meek, 

"  My  earthly  kope,  my  joy,  my  stay. 
These  sighs  and  tears  my  anguish  speak ; 
But  Jesus  calls  and  I  obey. 

5  "  Go  teach  the  nations  his  dear  name. 

And  though  on  earth  no  more  we  meet, 
In  heaven  we'll  join  the  loud  amen 
With  ransomed  heathen  at  his  feet." 

P.  H.  B.  431.     CM.        Cambridge. 

For  the  seamen's  concert. 

1  WE  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

And,  with  united  pleas, 
We  meet  and  pray  for  those  who  roam 
Far  off  upon  the  seas. 

2  O  may  the  Holy  Spirit  bow 

The  sailor's  heart  to  thee, 
Till  tears  of  deep  repentance  flow 
Like  rain-drops  in  the  sea. 

3  Then  may  a  Saviour's  dying  love 

Pour  peace  into  his  breast. 
And  waft  him  to  the  port  above         i 

Of  everlasting  rest. 
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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  422,  423. 

^  H.  B.  422>     L.  M.  Hebron- 

For  the  seamen's  concert..     Isa.  Ix.  5. 

1  GRANT  the  abundance  of  the  sea 
May  be  converted,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  every  sailor  on  the  shore 
Return  to  God  to  roam  no  more. 

2  O  may  the  humble,  pious  tar 
Bear  the  Redeemer's  name  afar, 
Till  heathen  lips  shall  learn  the  song 
Of  Zion-from  the  sailor's  tongue. 

3  The  nations,  then,  with  joy  shall  hail 
The  Bethel  flag  in  every  sail ; 

And  every  ship  that  ploughs  the  sea 
A  gospel  messenger  shall  be. 

4  Hasten,  O  Lord,  that  glorious  day 
When  seamen  shall  thy  word  obey, 
And  safe  from  port  to  port  be  driven 
To  point  a  ruin'd  world  to  heaven. 

Montgomery.        423.     7.  Benevento. 

Song  of  jubilee.     Rev.  xiv.  2,  3. 

1  HARK!  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  : — 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  mam. 

2  Hallelujah  !— hark  !  the  sound, 

From  the  depth  unto  the  skies. 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies. 


424.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

See  Jehovah's  banner  furl'd  ; 

Sheath'd  his  sword  ;  he  speaks— 'tis  done 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitahle  sway: 
He^shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heav'ns  have  pass'd  away 
Then  the  end;— beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemv  shall  fall. 
Hallelujah  .'—Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

Godwin.  424:.     7.  Edyfield. 

Sabbatic  year.     Lev.  xxv.  S— 13. 

1  GOD  of  sabbaths,  Israel's  Lord, 
Thee  we'll  praise  with  one  accord. 
Hear  our  humble,  earnest  prayer, 
"  Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year." 

2  Now  thy  glory  to  us  show ; 
Give  a  taste  of  heav'n  below; 
Lord,  to  thee  we  bow  in  prayer — 
"  Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year." 

3  Now  the  captive  sinner  free  ; 
Now  declare  thy  jubilee  ; 

Now  accomplish  this  our  prayer, 
"  Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year."' 

4  Now  the  senseless  sinner  wound  ; 
Let  the  strong  man  arm'd  be  found  ; 
Spread  thy  gospel,  hear  our  prayer, '  ; 
"  Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year." 

5  [Now  thy  word  with  power  endue  ; 
Let  it  wound  and  quicken  too ; 

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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  425. 

Make  them  fly  to  thee  in  prayer  ; 
"Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year." 

6  Now  let  thoughtless  souls  awake  ; 
All  their  follies  now  forsake  ; 
Answer,  Lord,  our  daily  prayer, 

"  Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year."] 

7  Brin^  the  joyful  sabbath  on  ; 
Let  the  gospel  tidings  run  ; 
Then  in  ceaseless  praise  we'll  sing 
Hallelujah  to  our  King. 

S.  F.  Smith. "    425,    8.  7.  4.  Oliphant. 

Missionary's  farewell. 

1  YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee ; 

All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well. 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  7 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home  !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely — 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell ! 
Happy  home  !  'tis  sure  I  love  thee  ! 
Cfan  I— can  I— say,  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days,  and  Sabbath  bell. 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 
Can  I  sav  a  last  farewell  7 

Can  I  leave  you. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly — 

From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well. 
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426.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me  ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor  ; 
On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died— the  blessed  Saviour— 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ; 

Let  me  hasten. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restiess  ocean  ; 
Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell. 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  hid  thee. 
Native  Isind,  farewell,  farewell. 

Dwight's  Sup.    4*26.     c.  M.  Dundee. 

The  angel  having  the  everlasiing  gospel.     Rev.  xi.  15. 

1  THE  mighty  ansfel,  to  whose  hand 

The  word  of  life  is  giv'n. 
Waves  his  broad  wing  o'er  sea  and  land, 
And,  soaring,  cleaves  the  heav'n. 

2  And  say,  shall  aught  oppose  his  flight, 

Or  cloud  his  flaming  scroll  ? 
No!— not  till  truth  with  holy  light 
Shall  visit  ev'ry  soul ; 

3  Not  till  blest  peace  shall  spring  to  birth, 

And  hatred  sheath  his  sword  ; 
Not  till  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Are  subject  to  the  Lord. 
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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  427,428. 

^Wight's  Sup.    497.     L.  M.     Old  Hundred. 

The  new  creation. 

1  FROM  day  to  day,  before  our  eyes, 

Grows  and  extends  the  work  begun. 
When  shall  the  new  creation  rise 
O'er  every  land  beneath  the  sua? 

2  When  in  the  sabbath  of  his  love 

Shall  God  from  all  his  labors  rest ; 
And,  bending  from  his  throne  above, 
Again  pronounce  his  creatures  blest  1 

3  As  sang  the  morning  stars  of  old, 

Shouted  the  sons  of  God  for  joy. 
His  widening  reign  while  we  behold 
Let  praise  and  prayer  our  tongues  employ, 

4  Till  the  redeem'd  in  every  clime, 

Yea,  all  that  breathe,  and  move,  and  live, 
To  Christ,  through  every  age  of  time. 
The  kingdom,  power,  and  glory  give. 

Marsden.  498.    7.  Edyfield. 

1  GO,  ye  messengers  of  God  ! 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod  ; 
Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high. 

2  Go  to  each  bright  tropic  isle 

That  on  ocean's  bosom  sleeps, 
Where,  though  skies  forever  smile, 
Misery-  forever  weeps. 

3  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
There  the  Saviour's  grace  display- 
There  proclaim  him  king  and  priest. 
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429.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 

4  Bid  Arabia's  barren  soil, 

Ethiopia's  burning  sand, 
Every  drear^^  region — smile. 
Lovely  as  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Fearless  of  eternal  frost, 

Go  to  Greenland's  cold  domains  ; 
Seek  the  outcast,  save  the  lost, 
On  the  Tartar's  desert  plains. 

6  Through  the  wilds  of  stream  and  shade 

The  rude  hunter's  pathway  trace ; 
And,  with  words  of  love,  persuade 
Savages  to  sue  for  grace. 

7  Every  dying  nation  call ; 

Visit  every  soil  and  sea ; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all ; — 
Jesus'  love  is  full  and  free. 

Dwight's  Sup.    429,    L.  M.  Illinois. 

Subjection  of  the  nations  to  Christ. 

1  SOON  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's  ! 

2  Let  thrones  and  pov/ers  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee ! 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Now  wave  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign ! 

3  O  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell ; 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains. 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  430. 


Erving.  430.  Greenville. 

1  SEND,  O  send,  the  glonous  gospel 

Of  our  Saviour  far  abroad. 
Let  the  Hindoo,  Burman,  Karen, 

Learn  the  knowledge  of  our  God  ; 
Let  the  Shans,  those  darken'd  millions, 

See  fhe  light  qf  Bethlehem's  star 
Uneclipsed  by  men's  tradition  ; 

The  pure  gospel  spread  afar. 

2  Where  Jehovah  is  forgotten, 

Or  his  name  was  never  known — 
Where  the  light  of  his  salvation  : 

Never  has  with  brightness  shone — 
W^here  the  thickest  darkness  gathers — 

Mid  the  scenes  of  deepest  woe — 
Send  the  messages  of  mercy. 

Go,  ye  Christian  heralds,  go. 

3  Give  the  poor  benighted  heathen. 

When  m  death's  dark  trying  hour. 
The  blessed  cordial  of  salvation ; 

Let  him  test  its  heavenly  power. 
Tell  him  of  the  saints  in  glory  ; 

Of  those  mansions  blest  above  ; 
Of  a  Saviour's  suffering  tell  him. 

And  his  never-dying  love. 

4  Bid  those  darken'd  children  cherish 

Brightest  hopes,  which  never  cease — 
Founded  on  the  Saviour's  merits  ; 

Tell  them  of  the  Prince  of  Peace ; 
Guide  them  to  the  narrow  pathway 

Upward  tending  to  the  skies  ; 
Point  their  faith  to  joys  eternal 

Now  unseen  bv  mortal  eyes. 

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431.  MISSIONARY  CONCERT. 


5  Shall  the  Christian  e'er  grow  weary  ? 

Shall  he  tire,  or  shall  he  faint, 
In  a  cause  which  God  will  prosper? 

Shall  he  utter  one  complaint  ? 
Thoush  a  cloud  may  sometimes  sadden 

And  obscure  the  sun's  hrijjht  rays, 
Soon  a  blest  reward  shall  gladden, 

Better  then  the  meed  of  praise. 

Sigourney.         431*     l.  m.  Orford. 

Prayer  for  missions. 

1  NIGHT  wraps  the  realm  where  Jesus  woke 

No  guiding  star  the  magi  see  ; 
And  heavy  hangs  oppression's  yoke 
Where  first  the  gospel  said,  "  bejree." 

2  And  where  the  harps  of  angels  bore 

High  message  to  the  shepherd  throng, 

"  Good  will  and  peace  "  are  heard  no  more 

To  murmur  Bethlehem's  vales  along. 

3  Swarth  India,  with  her  idol  train, 

Bends  low  by  Ganges'  worshipp'd  tide, 
Or  drowns  the  Suttee's  shriek  oi  pain 
With  thundering  gong  and  pagan  pride. 

4  On  Persia's  hills  the  Sophi  grope  ; 

Dark  Burmah  greets  salvation's  ray  ; 
E'en  jealous  China's  door  of  hope 
Doth  ope  to  give  the  gospel  way. 

5  Old  ocean,  with  her  isles,  awakes  ; 

Cold  Greenland  feels  unwonted  flame  ; 
And  humble  Afric  wondering  takes 
On  her  sad  lips  a  Saviour's  name, 

6  O,  aid  with  prayer  and  holy  light, 

Which  from  eternal  death  can  save, 
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MISSIONARY  CONCERT.  432. 

And  bid  Christ's  heralds  speed  their  flight 
Ere  millions  find  a  hopeless  grave, 

r.  Marshman.        439.  Haddam. 

Bible  for  the  heathen. 

1  HAIL,  precious  book  divine  ! 

Illumined  by  thy  rays, 
We  rise  from  death  and  sin, 

And  tune  a  Saviour's  praise  ! 
The  shades  of  error,  dart  as  night, 
Vanish  before  thy  radiant  light. 

2  We  bless  the  God  of  grace 

Who  hath  his  word  reveal'd 
To  this  bewildered  race, 

So  long  in  darkness  held. 
His  love  designs — his  people  pray — 
His  providence  prepares  the  way. 

3  Now  shall  the  Hindoos  learn 

The  glories  of  our  King, 
Nor  to  blind  goroos  turn, 

Nor  idol  praises  sing. 
Diffusing  heavenly  light  around. 
This  book  their  Snasters  shall  confound. 

4  Deign,  gracious  Saviour,  deign, 

To  smile  upon  thy  word ; 
Let  millions  now  attain 

Salvation  from  the  Lord ; 
Nor  let  its  growing  conquests  stay 
Till  earth  exult  to  own  thy  sway ! 
20 


306 


433.  CONCERT  FOR  COLLEGES. 

ANNUAL  CONCERT  FOR  COLLEGES. 


Sigourney.  433. .   s.  m.         Asylum  St. 

1  PLANTS  of  our  country's  hope, 

Which,  in  her  gardens  fair, 
With  learning's  purest  dews  are  fed, 
And  watch'd  with  culturer's  care — 

2  To  thee,  Eternal  God, 

With  fervor  we  commend  ; 
For  them  vyithin  thy  holy  courts 
Tn  supplication  bend. 

3  From  thee  their  strength  must  come 

To  walk  in  wisdom's  way  ; 

From  thee,  their  armor  to  resist 

Temptation's  syren  sway. 

4  If,  in  their  distant  homes, 

Their  names  are  duly  borne 
Upon  a  father's  household  prayer, 
At  evening  and  at  morn ; 

5  If  from  a  mother's  soul, 

With  love's  undying  power, 
'Tis  uiter'd  in  the  silent  watch 
Of  midnight's  wakeful  hour ; 

6  Thy  favoring  ear  incline 

To  grant  their  ardent  claim. 
And  send  thy  blessing  on  their  race, 
For  the  Redeemer's  name. 

7  But  should  no  parents'  prayer 

Protect  the  studious  youth, 
Yet  for  his  kneeling  country's  sake 
O  guide  him  in  thy  truth. 
306, 


SABBATH  SCHOOLS.      434,  435. 

S  And  make  his  name  a  praise 
Upon  her  annal  fair, 
And  write  it  in  thy  book  of  life. 
Almighty  ! — hear  our  prayer. 

Sigourney.  434:.     l.  m.     Old  Hundred. 

1  STILL,  in  the  forming  hour  of  youth, 

Combine  with  education's  sway 
Those  seeds  of  heaven-implanted  truth 
Whose  fruit  can  never  know  decay. 

2  Kneel  while  unsullied  joy  doth  glow 

Resplendent  on  the  blooming  cheek, 
And  for  the  climes  of  heathen  woe 
A  bless'd  Redeemer's  pity  seek. 

8  Blend  sweetly  with  the  classic  page 
The  love  of  heaven,  sublime  and  fair : 
So  beauty's  brow,  when  dimm'd  with  age, 
The  lustre  of  the  soul  shall  wear. 


SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 


Mallery.  430.     cm.  Boylston. 

Scholar's  hymn.     Mark  x.  14. 

1  COME,  little  children,  join  and  sing 

The  praises  of  your  God  ; 
Lift  your  glad  voices  to  your  King, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Come,  while  he  kindly  bows  his  ear 

And  listens  from  above. 
Jesus  is  pleas'd  your  song  to  hear  ; 
Children,  your  Saviour  love. 

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436.  SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 

3  Thank  him  for  life,  and  health,  and  friends 

Parents  and  teachers  too  ; 
And  for  the  word  his  Spirit  sends, 
And  that  he  died  for  you. 

4  Then  over  all  your  follies  weep 

That  have  displeased  him  so  ; 
Ask  him  your  souls  from  sin  to  keep, 
And  guide  you  here  below. 

5  Jesus  will  hear  your  humble  prayer. 

Will  all  your  sins  forgive. 
Blest  is  the  child  he  makes  his  care  ! 
Soon  you  with  him  shall  live. 

N.y.  E.  436.    8.7.4.      Sic.  Hymn. 

For  praying  children. 

1  SAVIOUR !  see  us,  children,  bending 

Low  before  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Let  our  cry,  to  thee  ascending, 
Be  received  as  incense  sweet. 

Hear  us,  Saviour, 
Humbly  waiting  at  thy  feet. 

2  Kind  Redeemer,  now  forgive  us  ; 

Cleanse  us  pure  from  every  stain ; 
Prom  our  load  of  guilt  relieve  us; 
May  we  never  sm  again. 

Jesus,  help  us : 
May  the  power  of  sin  be  slain. 

3  May  we  love  our  glorious  Saviour  ; 

Strive  to  please  him  day  by  day  ; 
Never,  by  our  wrong  behavior. 
Grieve  him  from  our  hearts  away. 

May  we  never 
Grieve  him  from  our  hearts  away. 
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SABBATH  SCHOOLS.      437,  438.       4 

437.     c.  M.  Meat,      i 

Evening  prayer  at  a  Sunday  school. '  'J 

1  WE  come  at  even's  solemn  hour.  ,j 

Low  at  thy  shrine  we  bend  H 

To  offer  up  the  heart's  warm  prayer  [, 

To  thee,  our  Father,  Friend.  ;1 

2  Not  high  degree  or  fame  we  ask,  I 

Not  power  of  worldly  form,  '^ 

But  power  to  foil  the  snares  of  vice,  ] 

And  passion's  fitful  storm. 

3  O,  like" the  summer's  gentle  showers, 

Let  thy  pure  grace  descend  ; 
Be  thou  our  guide,  be  thou  our  hope, 
Our  Father,  and  our  Friend. 

4  And  let  thy  hand  protect  us  here ; 

Be  with  us  where  we  stay ; 
Guide,  guard  us  through  life's  narrow  path ; 
Help  us  in  death's  dark  way. 

I  Erving.  438.    l.  m.  Rothwell, 

Hymn  for  Sabbath  school  children. 
I  1  THE  Lord  who  lives  in  heaven,  afar 
Beyond  the  highest  twinkling  star, 
O'er  the  whole  universe  bears  rule, 
Will  ne'er  forget  the  Sabbath  school. 

.  2  He  sees,  amid  the  scenes  below. 

Those  children  who  delight  to  go 
•     To  seek  instruction  from  his  law. 

And  from  his  word  their  pleasures  draw. 

:  8  Although  he  lives  so  very  high, 
He  looks  with  his  omniscient  eye 
Into  their  little  hearts,  to  see 
If  they  with  his  commands  agree. 

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439,  440.      SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 

4  He  knows  their  thoughts,  he  minds  their  wayf. 
He  listens  to  their  prayers  and  praise ; 
If  they  ohey  his  precepts  g:iven 
Will  bless  them  with  the  jeys  of  heaven. 

5  But  if  they  from  his  paths  should  stray, 
Refuse  to  learn,  or  to  obey, 
His  word  assures  they  ne'er  shall  rise 
To  that  blest  school  above  the  skies. 

6  The  Lord  will  bless  those  schools  below ; 
Then  be  encoura2;-ed  still  to  go, 
For  when  vour  full  reward  is  given 
Angels  will  teach  you  more  in  heaven. 

Sigourney.         439.     s.  m.  S 

Prayer  at  entering  school. 

1  LORD,  lead  my  heart  to  learn ; 

Prepare  my  ears  to  hear  ; 
And  let  me  useful  knowledge  seek, 
In  thy  most  holy  fear. 

2  If  unforgiven  sin 

Within  my  bosom  lies, 
Or  evil  motives  linger  there 
To  offend  thy  perfect  eyes — 

3  Remove  them  far  away, 

Inspire  me  with  thy  love, 
That  I  may  please  thee  here  below. 
And  dwell  with  thee  above. 

E.  Cushinan.  440.  Helmsley. 

CHOIR. 

1  GREAT  Redeemer,  let  thy  presence 
Now  attend,  and  fill  the  place, 
While  we  sound  with  admiration 
310 


SABBATH  SCHOOLS.  440. 

Hymns  of  gratitude  and  praise — 

Loud  hosannas 
To  the  mighty  King  of  grace. 

CHILDREN. 

2  Pause  awhile,  ye  gen'rous  patrons  ; 

Listen  to  the  children's  song  ; 
O,  permit  the  heavenly  subject 
To  employ  the  infant  tongue. 

Loud  hosannas 
Shall  the  Saviour's  praise  prolong. 

3  Jesus  made  our  infant  voices  ; 

Children  hail'd  their  heavenly  King. 
Nature  in  her  God  rejoices — 
May  not  v/e  attempt  to  sing  ? 
Loud  hosannas 
Still  shall  through  the  temple  ring. 

4  Why  were  not  our  infant  bodies 

Sacrificed  to  gods  of  stone  ; 
Or,  unpitied,  doom'd  to  suffer 
Under  Moloch's  cruel  throne  ? 
Loud  hosannas 
To  the  sovereign  God  alone. 

5  Hark  !  ye  murm'rers — tell  the  reason, 

If,  while  children,  we  may  die, 
Why  not  catch  the  present  moment, 
And  in  simple  accents  cry. 

Sweet  hosannas 
To  CLir  gracious  Lord  on  high  7 

6  Thanks  we  give  our  faithful  teachers 

For  each  counsel,  every  prayer; 
Lib'ral  patrons  for  their  favors 
In  our  grateful  off 'rings  share ; 

But  hosannas 
For  our  heavenly  Shepherd's  care. 

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441,  442.      SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 

7  May  the  constant  grace  of  Jesus 
E'er  attend  us  here  below, 
And  the  teaching's  of  the  Spirit 
Make  us  all  his  love  to  know. 
ou   II  L-  Songs  celestial 

fenail  lus  praise  and  glory  show. 

S.S.Ins.  441.  Hamburg, 

Love  of  the  Sabbath  school. 

1  I  LOVE  the  Sabbath  school,  for  here 
I  m  taught  to  reverence  and  fear 
Jehovah's  name,  and  do  those  things 
Well  pleasing  to  the  King  of  kings. 

2  Here  teachers  kindly  come  to  pray, 
And  up  to  heaven  to  point  the  way, 
That  children  in  their  early  youth 
May  cease  to  sin,  and  love  the  truth. 

3  Here  I  am  taught  that  God  in  heaven 
Has  set  apart  one  day  in  seven 

For  us  to  spend  in  prayer  and  praise, 
And  learn  to  serve  him  all  our  days. 

4  O,  never  will  I  cease  to  love 
This  blessed  place,  till  from  above 

I'm  called  to  join  those  rapturous  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

Union.  449.     l.  m.       Park  Street. 

A  blessing  asked. 
1  ASSEMBLED  in  our  school  once  more, 
O  Lord,  thy  blessing  we  implore. 
We  rneet  to  read,  and  sing,  and  pray : 
Be  with  us,  then,  through  this  thy  da/. 


SABBATH  SCHOOLS.      443,  444. 

2  Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends 

For  parents,  teachers,  foes,  and  friends ; 
And  when  we  in  thy  house  appear, 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more, 
May  we  above  to  glory  soar, 

And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigns. 

.  Eng.  Sel.       443.     L.  M.  Atlantic. 

"  Thou  art  the  suide  of  my  youth.''     Jer.  iii.  4. 

1  GUIDE  of  my  youth,  to  thee  I  cry. 
Great  God,  to  me  be  ever  nigh  ; 
Illume  mine  eyes,  convert  my  heart, 
Nor  let  me  from  thy  ways  depart. 

2  Ten  thousand  snares  beset  my  way 
To  draw  my  helpless  soul  astray  : 
Regard  my  cry,  my  prayer  attend, 
And  with  thy  pow'r  and  grace  defend. 

3  Let  all  my  future  days  to  thee. 
My  gracious  Lord,  devoted  be  : 
Cleans'd  in  thy  blood  may  I  be  found 
When  the  last  awful  trump  shall  sound. 

4  Then,  with  thy  saints,  will  I  proclaim' 
The  triumphs  of  thy  sacred  name  ; 
And  in  thy  righteousness  divine. 
Like  them,  in  glory  ever  shine. 

Budden.  444.     h.  m.  Bethesda. 

1  COME,  let  our  voices  join 
In  joyful  songs  of  praise  : 
To  God,  the  God  of  love. 
Our  thaukful  hearts  we'll  raise. 
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445.  SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 

To  God  alone  all  praise  belongs — 
Our  earliest  and  our  latest  songs. 

2  Now  we  are  taught  to  read 

The  book  of  lile  divine, 
Where  our  Redeemer's  love 

And  brightest  glories  shine : 
To  God  alone  all  praise  is  due, 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 

3  Within  these  hallowed  walls 

Our  wandering  feet  are  brought, 
Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 

And  heavenly  truths  are  taught. 
To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring  : 
Let  young  and  old  his  praises  sing. 

4  Lord,  let  this  work  of  love 

Be  crowned  with  full  success  ; 
Let  thousands  yet  unborn 

Thy  sacred  name  here  bless. 
To  thee,  O  Lord,  all  praise  to  thee 
We'll  raise  throughout  eternity. 

Cowper.  4l^5*     cm.  Henry. 

Youn^f  persons  entreated. 

1  BESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

The  gift  of  saving  grace. 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heavenly  root. 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love  ; 
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SABBATH  SCHOOLS.  446. 

Your  youth  is  stained  w^th  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4  True,  you  are  young— but  there's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast, 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

5  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made  : 

O,  join  the  pul)lic  prayer. 
For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed  : 
O,  shed  yourselves  a  tear. 

6  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's' power  to  teach. 

You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 

That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 

Winchell's  Sup.  446.     8. 7.      Worthington. 

Sabbath-school  anniversary. 

1  AID,  O  Lord,  our  youthful  voices 
In  a  song  of  jovAil  praise  : 

The  ransom'd  soul  in  heav'n  rejoices, 
Sav'd  from  sin  by  thy  rich  grace. 

2  Thou  from  error's  ways  hast  brought  us 
To  the  light  that  shines  from  heaven  ; 

Wand'ring  far,  the  Saviour  sought  us, 
And  his  kind  instruction  given. 

3  Friends  and  teachers  are  around  us 
Kindly  urging  thy  commands  ; 

Many  blessings  now  attend  us, 
Freely  given  from  thy  hands. 

4  Lord,  accept  our  feeble  ofF'rings 
For  these  mercies  freely  given  ; 

Thy  rich  grace  to  us  contmue ; 
Bring  us  safely  home  to  heav'n. 
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447,  448.       SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 

Union.  447.     l.  m.  Hebront 

Prayer  and  praise. 

1  O  THOU,  whom  holy  angels  praise, 
Whose  glory  shines  with  brightest  rays, 
To  thee  our  grateful  hymns  we  tune, 
For  none  can  sing  thy  praise  too  soon, 

2  O  may  thy  grace  be  all  our  joy ; 
Let  gratitude  our  tongues  employ, 
And  lead  young  children,  frail  and  weak, 
Thy  praise  to  sing,  thy  face  to  seek. 

3  Deny  us  not  our  earnest  prayer 
That  we  may  all  thy  favor  share — 
Be  led  to  each  good  work  and  word. 
As  faithful  servants  of  the  Lord. 

4  And  bless  our  teachers,  parents,  friends ; 
And  grant,  where'er  thy  name  extends. 
That  heathen  children,  too,  may  bring 
Their  songs  of  praise  to  Israel's  King. 

Strapham.         44:8.     cm.  York. 

For  teachers. 

1  BLESS'D  is  the  man  whose  heart  expands 

At  melting  pity's  call. 
And  the  rich  blessings  of  whose  hands 
Like  heavenly  manna  fall. 

2  Mercy,  descending  from  above. 

In  softest  accents  pleads  : 
O,  may  each  tender  bosom  move 
When  mercy  intercedes  ! 

3  Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 

To  guide  untutored  youth, 
And  lead  the  mind  that  went  astray 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 
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I 

SABBATH  SCHOOLS.  449. 

4  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 
And  God  will  well  approve 

When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

5  Delightful  work  young  souls  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 

From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin 
To  seek  redeeming  grace ! 

6  Almighty  God,  thy  influence  shed 
To  aid  this  good  design. 

The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 

'Pratt's  Col.         449.    L.  M.  Wells. 

For  the  young. 

1  GREAT  Saviour,  who  didst  condescend 

Young  children  in  thine  arms  to  take, 

Still  prove  thyself  the  children's  friend. 

And  save  them  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

2  'Tis  by  the  guidance  of  thy  hand 

That  they  within  thy  house  appear, 
And  in  thine  awful  presence  stand 
To  hear  thy  word,  and  join  in  prayer. 

3  Like  precious  seed,  in  fruitful  ground. 

Let  the  instruction  they  receive 
To  thy  immortal  praise  abound. 
And  make  them  to  thy  glory  live. 

4  Give  them  a  sober,  steady  mind. 

Strength  to  withstand  the  snares  of  sin, 
Boldly  to  cast  the  world  behind, 
And  strive  eternal  life  to  win. 

6  To  read  thy  word  their  hearts  incline ; 
To  understand  it,  light  impart. 

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450,  451.      SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 

0  Saviour,  consecrate  them  thine, 
Take  full  possession  of  each  heart. 

Baldwin.  4^0.    l.  m.  Ward. 

What  the  Bible  tells  us. 

1  THIS  is  a  precious  book  indeed ! 
Happy  the  child  who  loves  to  read  ! 

'Tis  God's  own  word,  which  he  hath  given 
To  show  our  souls  the  way  to  heaven. 

2  It  tells  us  how  the  world  was  made  ; 
And  how  good  men  the  Lord  obeyed ; 
And  his  commands  are  in  it,  too, 

To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  do. 

3  It  bids  us  all  from  sin  to  fly, 
Because  our  souls  can  never  die  : 

It  points  to  heaven  where  angels  dwell, 
And  warns  us  to  escape  from  hell. 

4  But,  what  is  more  than  all  beside, 
The  bible  tells  us  Jesus  died. 
This  is  its  first,  its  chief,  intent — 
To  lead  poor  sinners  to  repent. 

5  Let  us  be  thankful  that  we  may 
Read  this  good  bible  every  day, 

And  learn  the  way  that  God  has  given 
To  lead  our  souls'to  peace  and  heaven. 

Union.  4^1  •    s.  m.        St.  Thomas. 

Praise  for  the  Sabbath.    2  Tim.  iii.  15. 
1  THE  Sabbath  of  the  Lord— 

The  Sabbath  is  our  day ; 
For  then  we  read  and  hear  God's  word, 

We  love  to  praise  and  pray. 

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SABBATH  SCHOOLS.  452. 

2  That  day  with  songs  we  bless. 
It  hath  the  light  of  seven 

When  Christ,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Shines  on  our  path  to  heaven. 

3  Ours  is  the  Sabbath  school. 
Its  lessons  may  we  prize, 

And  grow  by  every  gospel  rule 
Unto  salvation  wise. 

4  So  all  our  lives  below, 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  wa3'S, 

The  fruits  of  Sabbath  schools  will  show 
The  bliss  of  Sabbath  days. 

5  Then  heaven  itself  shall  be 
One  Sabbath  school  above, 

And  undisturbed  eternity 
One  Sabbath  day  of  love. 

Davis.  45S.     c.  M.    Brattle  Street. 

As  the  rains,  &c.    Isa.  Iv.  10,  11. 

1  BEHOLD  the  genial  showers  descend 
Upon  the  fruitful  field. 

What  blessings  in  their  train  attend  ! 
What  kind  effects  they  yield  ! 

2  'Tis  God  himself  the  ground  prepares  ; 
His  spirit  sows  the  land  ; 

And  ev'ry  pleasant  fruit  it  bears 
Is  nurtur'd  by  his  hand. 

3  In  vain  the  husbandman  would  toil, 
And  scatter  seed  in  vain, 

Did  not  the  Lord  refresh  the  soil 
With  gentle  showers  of  rain. 

4  Spirit  of  influence  !  now  descend 
Like  rain  upon  the  ground  ; 

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453,  454.       SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 

Through  the  wide  world  the  eospel  send, 
And  make  its  fruits  abound. 

Union.  4^3.     s.  m.  Olmutz 

The  word  sown. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies  !  hear 

The  notes  that  children  raise  ; 
To  our  request  bow  down  thine  ear, 
And  hearken  to  our  praise. 

2  Within  our  minds  the  seed 

Of  sacred  truth  is  sown  ; 
But,  Lord,  the  blessing  that  we  need 
Must  come  from  thee  alone. 

3  That  seed  will  buried  lie 

Till  thou  the  increase  give ; 
Yet  then,  although  it  seem  lo  die, 
It  shall  revive  and  live. 

4  Then,  though  the  sower  weep, 

Ere  long,  with  thankful  voice. 
Both  he  who  sows  and  they  who  reap 
Together  shall  rejoice. 

5  Thou  dost  the  seed  prepare, 

And  make  it  spring  when  sown  ; 
And  if  a  huiidrea  fold  it  bear. 
The  praise  is  all  thy  own. 

Anon.  454:.     L.  M.         Windham 

Teacher's  illness. 

1  0  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down, 
Regard  our  simple,  earnest  prayer, 
And  make  our  teacher  now  thy  care. 

2  Preserve  thy  servant  from  the  grave  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  O  Lord,  to  save ; 

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SABBATH  SCHOOLS.      455,  456. 

Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  E^ive 
Our  teacher,  Lord,  and  bid  him  live. 

3  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 
And  prayers  and  tears  cannot  prevail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
Support  him  through  the  narrow  way. 

4  Around  him  may  thy  angels  stand, 
To  bear  him  to  a  better  land. 

To  teach  his  happy  soul  to  rise. 
And  waft  him  to  the  upper  skies. 

N.  E.  Col.      ■  4^5.     c.  M.         Winchester. 

Early  instruction.    Prov.  iii.  13 — 17. 

1  HOW  happy  is  the  child  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice ; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice  ! 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold. 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  stores  of  gold. 

3  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  aged  head. 

4  According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

Dobell.  456.     c.  M.  Clifford. 

Sabbath  morniiig.     Pa.  xvi.  11. 
1  O  HAPPY  souls,  who  dwell  above 
In  God's  immediate  sight ! 
21  321. 


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457.  SABBATH  SCHOOLS. 

They  glow  with  everlasting  love, 
And  shine  divinely  bright. 

2  O  what  a  Sabbalh  they  enjoy, 

Now  freed  from  ev'ry  sin  ; 
While  Jesus'  love  is  their  employ, 
And  endless  praise  their  theme  ! 

3  O  may  I  breathe  that  heav'nly  air, 

And  feast  on  joys  divine  ; 
And  sing  and  praise  my  Saviour  there, 
And  in  his  image  shine. 

4  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place  : 
Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay. 
And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 

Cennick.  457.     cm.    Planet  Street 

Lord'sday  evening. 

1  WHEN,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I 

Behold  thee  all  serene, 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath  day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 

2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares  ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Release  my  soul  from  every  chain — 

No  more  hell's  captive  led  ; 
And  pardon  a  repeating  child 
For  whom  the  Saviour  bled. 

4  Spare  me,  my  God— O  spare  the  soul 

That  gives  itself  to  thee. 
Take  all  that  I  possess  below, 
And  give  thyself  to  me. 
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SABBATH  SCHOOLS.      458,  459. 

5  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give 
To  be  my  guide  and  friend. 
To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys, 
To  Sabbaths  without  end. 

458.  L.  M.  Hamburg. 
We  are  but  young, 

1  WE  are  but  young — yet  we  may  sing 
The  praises  of  our  heavenly  King. 
He  made  the  earth,  the  sea,  the  sky, 
And  all  the  starry  worlds  on  high. 

2  We  are  bot  young — yet  we  have  heard 
The  gospel  news,  the  heavenly  word : 
If  we  despise  the  only  way. 
Dreadful  will  be  the  judgment-day. 

3  We  are  but  young — yet  we  must  die  : 
Perhaps  our  latter  end  is  nigh. 
Lord,  may  we  early  seek  thy  grace, 
And  find  in  Christ  a  hiding-place, 

4  We  are  but  young — we  need  a  guide  ; 
Jesus,  in  thee  we  would  confide. 

O  lead  us  in  the  path  of  truth. 
Protect  and  bless  our  helpless  youth. 

5  We  are  but  young — yet  God  has  shed 
Unnumbered  blessings  on  our  head. 
Then  let  our  youth  in, riper  days 

Be  all  devoted  to  his  praise. 

459.  L.  M.         Windham. 

Death  of  a  scholar. 
1  A  MOURNING  class,  a  vacant  seat. 
Tell  us  that  one  we  loved  to  meet 
Will  join  our  youthful  throng  no  more 
Till  all  these  changing  scenes  are  o'er. 
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460.  NEW  AND  OLD  YEAR. 

2  No  more  that  voice  we  loved  to  hear 
Shall  fill  his  teacher's  listening  ear; 
No  more  its  tones  shall  join  to  swell 
The  songs  that  of  a  Saviour  tell. 

3  That  welcome  face,  that  sparkling  eye, 
Anil  sprightly  form,  must  buried  lie 
Deep  m  the  cold  and  silent  gloom, 
The  rayless  night  that  fills  the  tomb. 

4  And  we  live  on — but  none  can  say 
How  near  or  distant  is  the  day 

When  death's  unwelcome  hand  shall  come 
To  lay  us  in  our  narrow  home. 

6  God  tells  us,  by  this  mournful  death, 
How  vain  and  fleeting  is  our  breath ; 
And  bids  our  souls  prepare  to  meet 
The  trials  of  his  judgment-seat. 


NEW  AND  OLD  YEAR. 


N.  Y.  E.  460.    L.  M.  Uxbridge. 

A  new  year's  promise.     Deut.  xxxiii.  25. 

1  HARK  !  a  sweet  sound  salutes  my  ear 
While  entering  on  this  opening  year. 
My  Saviour  speaks,  and  says  to  me, 
That  "  as  my  days  my  strength  shall  be." 

2  With  such  a  promise,  need  I  fear 
What  shall  befal  me  through  the  year? 
For  this  I  should  not  anxious  be 
Since  as  "  my  days  my  strength  shall  be." 

3  Should  storms  of  trouble  on  me  fall, 
And  should  my  cup  be  mixed  with  gall, 

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NEW  AND  OLD  YEAR.  461. 

This  promise  shall  be  sweet  to  me, 
That  as  "  my  days  my  strength  shall  be." 

4  If  called  this  year  to  labor  hard 
Within  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
From  duty's  path  I  will  not  flee, 

For  as  "  my  days  my  strength  shall  he. 

5  And  if  this  year  I'm  called  to  die, 
Still  off  this  promise  I'll  rely  : 
Dear  Jesus,  then  I'll  trust  in  thee, 
That  as  "  my  days  my  strength  shall  be. 

JTewton.  461.     7.  Benevento. 

The  new  year. 

1  WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  Below : 
We  a  little  longer  wait. 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find-y- 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind — 
Swiftlv  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream. 
Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  : 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view. 


462,  463.    NEW  AND  OLD   i'EAR. 

Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And,  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  ahove. 

Har.  Sacra.      463.    5. 11.  12.  Groton 

1  COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue — 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

The  arrow  is  flown — 

The  moment  is  gone  : 

The  millenial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity 's  near. 

3  O,  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through; 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do !  " 

O,  that  each  from  his  Lord 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"  Well,  and  faithfully  done, 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 

Rippon.  4:0t{*     7.  Norwich. 

Acts  xxiv.  22. 
1  I  MY  Ehenezer  raise 
To  my  kind  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
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NEW  AND  OLD  YEAR.  464. 

With  a  grateful  heart  I  own 
Hitherto  thy  help  I've  known. 

2  What  may  be  my  future  lot 
Well  I  know  concerns  me  not : 
This  should  set  my  heart  at  rest, 
What  thy  will  ordains  is  best. 

3  I  my  all  to  thee  resign. 
Father,  let  thy  will  be  mine  : 
May  but  all  thy  dealings  prove 
Fruits  of  thy  paternal  love. 

4  Guard  me,  Saviour,  by  thy  power- 
Guard  me  in  the  trying  hour  ; 

Let  thy  unremitted  care 

Save  me  from  the  lurking  snare. 

5  Let  my  few  remaining  days 
Be  directed  to  thy  praise  ; 

So  the  last,  the  closing,  scene 
Shall  be  tranquil  and  serene. 

6  To  thy  will  I  leave  the  rest, 
Grant  me  but  this  one  request, 
Both  in  life  and  death  to  prove 
Tokens  of  thy  special  love. 

Doddridge.  464.     l.m.     Old  Hundred. 

1  ETERNAL  God,  I  bless  thy  name! 

The  same  thy  power— thy  grace  the  same  ; 
The  tokens  of  thy  friendly  care 
Begin,  and  close,' and  crown,  the  year. 

2  Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand, 
Amid  leu  thousand  deaths  I  stand  ; 
And  see,  when  I  survey  thy  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

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465. 


NEW  AND  OLD  YEAR. 


3  Thus  far  thine  arm  has  led  me  on  ; 
Thus  far  I  make  thv  mercy  known  ; 
And,  while  I  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  My  ffratcful  voice  on  Jordan's  shore 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more  ; 
Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

Lyre.  465.    c.  p.  m.  Rapture. 

Solemn  meditation. 

1  MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole. 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  boundless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen. 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between. 

And  whisper  as  they  fly, 
"Unthinking  man,  remember  this— 
Thou,  midst  thy  sublunary  bliss. 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die !  " 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call. 
Tliine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thv  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  etherial  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  Long  ere  the  sun  has  run  its  round 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot. 
Alas !  one  hour  may  close  the  scene. 
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NEW  AND  OLD  YEAR.  466 

And,  ere  twelve  months  shall  intervene, 
My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

5  But  shall  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
And  cease  to  be,  or  cease  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot,  be. 
Thou,  my  immortal,  cannot  die  : 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly. 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

6  Will  mercv,  then,  its  arms  extend? 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling-place? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear 
.    To  drag  thee  down  to  black  despair, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

Fewton.  466.     c.  m.  China 

New  year. 

1  NOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known  : 

Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 

And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin 

Mav  mercy ^set  us  free  ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin. 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more. 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear 

In  our  eternal  home. 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here. 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

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467,  468.    NEW  AND  OLD  YEAR. 

Newton.  467.     7.  Benevento 

Uncertainty  oflife. 

1  SEE  !  another  3'ear  is  gone  ! 

Quickly  have  the  seasons  past ! 
This  we  enter  now  upon 

May  to  many  prove  their  last. 
Mercy  hitherto  has  spar'd  : 

But  have  mercies  been  improv'd? 
Let  us  ask,  "  Am  I  prepar'd 

Should  be  I  this  year  remov'd  7  " 

2  Some  ye  now  no  longer  see, 

Who  their  mortal  race  have  run; 
Seem'd  as  fair  for  life  as  we, 

When  the  former  year  begun. 
Some  (but  who  God  only  knows) 

Who  are  here  assembled  now, 
Ere  the  present  year  shall  close, 

To  the  stroke  of  death  must  bow. 

3  If  from  guilt  and  sin  set  free 

By  the  knowledge  of  thy  grace, 
Welcome,  then,  the  call  will  be 

To  depart  and  see  thy  lace. 
To  thy  saints,  while  here  below, 

With  new  years,  new  mercies  come  ; 
But  the  happiest  year  they  know 

Is  their  last  which  leads  them  home. 

Newton.  468.     7.  Hotham 

1  TIME  by  moments  steals  away- 
First  the  hour,  and  then  the  day  : 
Small  the  daily  loss  appears, 
Yet  it  soon  amounts  to  years. 
Thus  another  year  has  flown. 
Now  it  is  no  more  our  own, 
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NEW  AND  OLD  YEAR.  469. 

If  it  brought  or  promis'd  good, 
Than  the  years  before  the  flood. 

2  But  (may  none  of  us  forget) 
It  has  left  us  much  in  debt : 
Favors  from  the  Lord  receiv'd, 
Sins  that  have  his  Spirit  griev'd, 
Mark'd  by  an  unerring  hand, 

In  his  book  recorded  stand. 
Who  can  tell  the  vast  amount 
,     Plac'd.to  each  of  our  account  ? 

3  Spar'd  to  see  another  year, 
Let  thy  blessing  meet  us  here. 
Come,  thy  dying  work  revive  ; 
Bid  thy  drooping  garden  thrive. 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ! 

Warm  our  hearts,  and  bless  our  eyes  ; 
Let  our  prayer  thy  bowels  move  ; 
Make  this  year  a  time  of  love. 

Doddridge.  4:69*     c.  m.  Jordan. 

Close  of  the  year.    Rom.  xiii.  11. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices,  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sov'reign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies  ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near. 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day — 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

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470.  TRACT  MEETINGS. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course ; 
Ye  mortal  powers,  decay. 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 


TRACT  MEETINGS. 


Sigoumey.         470.    s.  m.  Seir. 

For  tract  distributors. 

1  LABORERS  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  you  for  the  toil ; 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Go — where  the  sick  recline, 

Where  mourning  hearts  deplore, 
And  where  the  sons  of  penury  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallow'd  lore. 

3  Urge  with  a  tender  zeal 

The  erring  child  along 
Where  peaceful  congregations  kneel, 
And  pious  teachers  throng. 

4  Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest ; 
And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

5  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 

That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil, 
And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 
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TRACT  MEETINGS.       471,  472'. 

Sigouraey.         471.     s.  m.  Olmutz. 

For  tract  distributors. 

1  PHILOSOPHY  of  old 

Her  pond'rous  tomes  display'd, 
And  summon'd  minds  of  mighty  mould 
To  tread  her  classic  shade. 

2  Her  myst'ries  to  explore 

In  vain  the  unletter'd  tried  : 
The  rich,  the  noble,  leam'd  her  lore, 
And  drank  her  cup  of  pride. 

3  But  Mercy's  light- win g'd  page, 

Swift  messenger  of  love. 
Comes  to  the  home  of  lonely  age 
To  guide  his  thoughts  above. 

4  The  way-side  beggar  hears 

Its  mmistry  divine, 
And  little  children  dry  their  tears 
To  trace  its  radiant  line. 

5  On,  on,  ye  faithful  band  ! 

Priceless  bounty  shed ; 
With  single  heart  and  tireless  hand 
The  joyful  tidings  spread. 

6  "  The  Lord  our  righteousness  " 

Still  on  your  banner  write  ; 
Nor  stay  your  toil  until  he  bless 
The  world  with  saving  light. 

Hastings.  473.    s.  m.  Shirland. 

On  distributing  tracts.     Isa.  xviii.  2. 
1  Go  forth  on  wings  of  prayer, 
Ye  messengers  of  love  : 
Though  mute,  the  joyful  tidings  bear — 
Salvation  from  above. 

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473.  TRACT  MEETINGS. 

2  Go,  tell  the  careless  soul 

The  warning  God  has  given; 
Go,  make  the  wounded  spirit  whole 
With  healing  balm  from  heaven. 

3  Go  to  the  wretched  poor, 

The  ignorant  and  rude  ; 
Bid  them  the  pearl  of  price  secure, 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

4  Saviour  of  dying  men ! 

Thy  presence  we  implore. 
Without  thy  blessing  all  is  vain: 
Be  with  us  evermore, 

Sigourney.        ^TS.    c.  m.         Coronation. 

1  ALL  hail !  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

On  mercy's  mission  bound, 

Who,  like  the  sower  of  the  word, 

Strew  precious  gifts  around, 

2  What  though  your  seed  'mid  thorns  be  sown, 

Where  tares  and  brambles  thrive? 
Still  One  is  able,  One  alone, 
To  save  its  germ  alive. 

3  Ye  fear  what  falls  on  stony  earth 

Will  mock  your  prayerful  toil ; 
But  sometimes  plants  of  holiest  birth 
Bear  fruit  in  sterile  soil. 

4  The  seed  that  by  the  way-side  fell 

Perchance  you  counted,  dead  ; 
Yet  birds  that  sing  in  heaven  may  tell 
They  on  its  sweetness  fed. 

5  And  some  a  hundred  fold  shall  bear 

Unto  the  harvest's  Lord  : 
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TRACT  MEETINGS.       474,  475. 

How  blessed,  then,  will  be  your  care  ! 
How  glorious  your  reward  ! 

.  B.  Linsley.    474.     c.  m.     Peterborough. 
The  blessed  effect  of  tracts. 

1  ON  ev'ry  breeze,  from  ev'ry  clime, 

The  cheering  tidings  come 
That  God  still  owns  and  blesses  tracts 
To  bring  his  children  home. 

2  The  haughty  sinner  reads  a  tract 

Which  all  his  sin  displays ; 
The  reckless  sailor  quits  his  oaths, 
And  now  behold  he  prays. 

3  The  hoary  head,  the  lisping  tonffue, 

And  gay  and  thoughtless  youth, 
From  tracts  have  learn'd  their  dang'rous  course, 
And  sought  the  paths  of  truth. 

4  The  gallant  ship  on  ocean  bed, 

Th"e  convict's  lonely  cell ; 
And  forests  dense,  and  public  ways, 
Their  wond'rous  power  can  tell. 

5  Then  never  let  our  faith  decline. 

But  think  what  tracts  have  done ; 
And  pray'r  and  hope  our  arm  shall  nerve, 
And  God  will  speed  us  on. 

S.  B.  Linsley.     475.     cm.  Clifford. 

Tracts  blessed. 
1  FROM  Karen  wilds  a  heathen  came 
The  gospel  sound  to  hear ; 
And  when  the  missionary  rose 
His  eye  let  fall  a  tear. 

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476.  TRACT  MEETINGS. 

2  And  soon  he  spoke  of  heavenly  things, 

And  Canaan's  langiiaj^e  knew  ; 
And  though  in  broken  phrase  express'd, 
His  hope  and  faith  were  true. 

3  Yet  till  that  hour  no  Christian's  voice 

The  aged  man  had  heard  ; 

Nor  had  he  ever  read  or  seen 

The  Lord's  revealed  word. 

-A  But  tracts  alone  the  Lord  had  bless'd  : 
He  found  his  sins  forgiv'n. 
And  now  for  greater  light  he  sought 
To  guide  him  home  to  heav'n. 

6  Then,  since  the  Lord  thus  blesses  tracts, 
Our  efforts  we'll  renew, 
And  send  these  sheets  to  ev'ry  land, 
For  God  may  bless  them  too. 

S.  B.  Linsley.     ^LTG.     c.  m.  St.  Anns^ 

A  converted  heathen. 

1  I  SAW  a  suffering  heathen  youth 

Stretch'd  on  his  dying  bed  ; 
Yet  he  was  calm,  and  his  dark  eye 
A  heav'nly  Iviistre  shed. 

2  He  spoke  of  God's  eternal  Son, 

And  all  his  power  to  save, 
And  of  that  everlasting  rest 
Bej'ond  the  darksome  grave. 

3  He  said  one  tract,  one  blessed  tract, 

Had  pointed  out  the  road — 
Had  made  him  see.  and  hate,  his  sins. 
And  give  his  heart  to  God. 

4  There  upon  his  pillow  lay 

That  tract  so  often  read  ; 
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2 


TRACT  MEETINGS.  477. 

And  with  it  still  upon  his  breast 
He  sleeps  among  the  dead. 

And  when  he  feels  an  angel's  love, 

He,  with  an  angel's  breath, 
Will  praise  the  Lord  who  sent  that  tract, 

To  save  his  soul  from  death. 

5.  Journal.    477.     8.  7.  4.  Suffolk. 

1  LORD  of  glory,  who  didst  honor 
David's  humble  sling  and  stone, 
Ancient  Israel  to  deliver, 
Now  as  weak  an  effort  own ; 

Bless  the  labor 
Which  our  feeble  hands  have  done. 
We,  a  noiseless,  winged  stranger, 

To  the  scatfring  winds  have  given 
Warning  of  the  sinner's  danger, 
Pointing  to  the  gate  of  heaven. 

Give  it  entrance 
Wheresoever  now  'tis  driven. 
O,  that  on  its  simple  pages 

Heartfelt  grief  for  sin  may  flow — 
Grief  which  love  divine  assuages. 
Grief  which  none  but  Christians  know. 

To  salvation, 
Let  repentant  tear-drops  flow. 

And  when  faith  the  mourner  raises, 

When  to,  Jesus  he  shall  look, 
When  his  heart  is  fill'd  with  praises, 
And  a  sinful  world  's  forsook, 

Let  him  thank  thee 
For  this  transcript  of  thy  hook. 
O,  inay  ev'ry  source  of  sorrow 
Find  a  balm  of  healing  here, 
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478.  PEACE  MEETINGS. 

And  death's  gloomy  valley  borrow 
Holy  light  to  calm  the  fear, 

Human  weakness, 
Which  thine  own  dear  children  share. 

6  It  is  gospel  seed  we're  sowing 

On  the  good  and  fallow  ground, 
Bearing,  weeping,  without  knowing 
Which  shall  fail  and  which  abound. 

Holy  Spirit ! 
Let  it  verdant  spring  around. 

7  And  when  the  mighty  harvest's  ended, 

When  the  Master  counts  our  sheaves, 
O,  let  those  by  us  attended 
Be  as  num'rous  as  the  leaves 

Which  we  scatter, 
And  a  dying  world  receives. 


PEACE  MEETINGS. 


F.  Peace.  478.    l.  m.  Enfield. 

War. 

1  WHEN,  drawn  by  wisdom's  awful  pen, 

We  view  the  attendant  ills  of  war. 
And  all  the  long-succeeding  train 
That  haunt  liis  footsteps  from  afar, 

2  How  vain  appear  the  laurelled  wreaths 

Where  honor's  incense  freely  breathes! 
They  as  a  comet  fade  away 
Before  the  radiant  eye  ot  day  ! 

3  Oj  never  may  my  soul  be  led, 

Fired  by  illusive  deeds  of  glory, 
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PEACE  MEETINGS.       479,  480. 

To  love  the  path  those  heroes  tread 

Who  fill  with  deeds  of  blood  their  story. 
4  For  war,  whatever  vain, disguise 

Conceals  its  horrors  from  our  eyes, 

Is  born  of  guilt,  and  fraught  with  woe, 
And  crimes,  and  death,  to  men  below. 

'.  Peace.        *    479.     8.  7.  Essex. 

1  GREAT  Prince  of  peace,  enthron'd  above ! 

Kind  source  of  pure  compassion  ! 
Now  fill  the  world  with  peace  and  love ; 
Diffuse  thy  great  salvation. 

2  No  more  let  cannon,  swords,  and  spears, 

Fill  earth  with  dire  confusion. 
Destruction,  horror,  grief,  and  tears, — 
The  fruits  of  mad  delusion. 

3  Let  love  to  God,  and  love  to  man, 

With  pure,  serene  affection, 
Fulfil  the  glorious  gospel  plan, 
Ensure  divine  protection. 

4  Great  Prince  of  f)eace  !  descend  and  reign, 

Redeeming  ev'ry  nation ; 
Abolish  crime,  and  guilt,  and  pain. 
Throughout  this  vast  creation. 

'.Peace.  480.    l.  m.  Hanover. 

1  AWAKE  the  song  that  gave  to  earth 
Salvation  in  Emanuel's  birth. 
Angehc  tongues  the  strain  began  : 
'Twas  peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  man. 

2  Celestial  peace  .'—and  is  it  ours 

To  strike  the  harp  on  Salem's  towers  ? 
To  welcome  back  the  dove  that  brings 
The  balm  of  healing  in  her  wind's  ^ 

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481.  PEACE  MEETINGS. 

3  She  comes,  and,  lo !  the  orphan's  wail 
No  longer  loads  the  passing  gale  : 
Contentment  sheds  her  sacred  calm, 
And  nature  owns  the  sovereign  charm., 

4  She  comes,  and  banner,  spear,  and  plume, 
That  led  to  conquest  and  the  tomb, 
Wreath'd  with  the  olive,  now  adorn 
The  triumphs  of  the  joyous  morn. 

5  She  comes,  and  with  attentive  ear 
The  gospel's  sound  the  heathen  hear- 
Round  blood-stain'd  altars  throng  no  more, 
But  suppliant  bow,  and  God  adore. 

6  Father,  if  such  the  bliss  that  flows 
Where,Peace  delights  to  seek  repose, 
On  earth  may  she  forever  rest, 
Each  bosom  with  her  presence  blest. 

M.Gardner.       481.     l.  m.  Enfield 

1  GREAT  Prince  of  peace,  enthron'd  on  high, 
Whose  heralds  bright  aloiig  the  sky 

In  joyful  notes  the  song  be^an. 
Peace  be  on  earth,  good  will  to  man— 

2  No  more  let  war's  dire  discord  reign, 
Nor  battle's  shput  be  heard  again  ; 
Vouchsafe  thv  Spirit  from  above, 

And  fill  each 'heart  with  peace  and  love. 

3  No  more  let  cannon,  swords,  and  spears, 
Destruction,  horror,  grief,  and  tears, 
Nor  strife,  nor  bloodshed,  blight  the  land 
Made  fair  by  thy  creating  hand. 

4  But  let  true  love  to  God  and  man 
Fulfil  the  glorious  gospel  plan  : 

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PEACE  MEETINGS.       482,  483. 

Then  shall  each  voice  repeat  the  strain, 
Peace  be  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 

igourney.  48^  •     l.  m.  Eaton. 

Peace,  the  song  of  angels. 

1  PEACE  was  the  song  that  angels  sang 

When  Jesus  sought  this  vale  of  tears  ; 
And  sweet  the  heavenly  prelude  rang 
To  calmlhe  watchful  shepherd's  fears. 

2  War  is  the  word  that  man  hath  spoke, 

Convuls'd  by  passions  dark  and  dread, 
And  pride  enforced  a  lawless  yoke, 
E'en  where  the  gospel's  banner  spread. 

3  Peace  was  the  prayer  the  Saviour  breath'd 
When  from  our  world  his  steps  withdrew  ; 

The  gift  he  to  his  friends  bequealh'd 
With  Calv'ry  and  the  cross  in  view. 

Redeemer  !  with  adoring  love 

Our  spirits  take  thy  rich  bequest, — 

The  watchword  of  the  host  above, 
The  passport  to  the  realms  of  rest. 

Liken.  483.     l.  m.  Roth  well. 

1  THOU,  who  hast  stamp'd  on  human  kind 
The  image  of  a  heav'n-born  mind, 

And  in  a  father's  wide  embrace 
Hast  cherish'd  all  the  human  race— 

2  O,  see  with  what  insatiate  rage 

Thy  sons  their  impious  battles  wage  ; 
How  spreads  destruction  like  a  flood. 
And  brothers  shed  their  brothers'  blood. 

3  See  guilty  passions  spring  to  birth. 
And  deeds  of  hell  deform  the  earth; 

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484.  PEACE  .MEETINGS. 

While  Righteousness  and  Justice  mourn, 
And  Love  and  Pity  droop  forlorn. 

5  Great  God,  whose  powerful  hand  can  bind 
The  ra^in^  waves  and  furious  wind ! 
O  bid  the  human  tempest  cease, 
And  hush  the  maddening  world  to  peace. 

S.  B.  Linsley.     484.    l.  m.        Winchestei 

Isaiah  ix.  6. 

1  JESUS  is  call'd  the  Prince  of  peace  : 

There's  heavenly  sweetness  in  that  word. 
And  can  those  who  profess  his  name 
Rush  to  the  fight,  and  draw  the  sword  ? 

2  O  can  they  tread  the  purple  field, 

And  hear  the  dreadful  cannon  roar? 
See  men  transform'd  to  demons  fierce, 
Hear  dying  groans,  see  human  gore  ? 

3  And,  when  the  battle  day  is  past, 

What  scenes  of  agony  arise  ! 
The  wounded  soldier  wrings  his  hands — 
For  death,  and  only  death,  he  cries.  * 

4  And  orphans  weep,  and  mothers  groan, 

And  widows,  shrieking,  rend  the  air ; 
And  hoary  sires,  in  speechless  woe, 

Grieve  that  their  slaughter'd  sons  were  there 

5  Thou  Lamb  of  God  !  thou  Prince  of  peace ! 

Thron'd  in  thy  blissful  realms  above  ! 
We'd  strive  to  prove  that  war  is  wrong: 
O,  aid  us  in  this  work  of  love. 

*  After  one  of  Bonaparte'5  splendid  victories,  th 
wounded  soldiers  begged  the  surgeons  not  to  dress  thei 
wounds,  but  to  kill  ihem  instantly  to  relieve  them  of  thei 
agony. 

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PEACE  MEETINGS.       485,  486. 

.  B.  Linsley.     485.     c.  m. 

1  FROM  battles  fought  the  chief  returns 

With  triumph  on  his  brow  ; 
And  far  his  fame  and  power  extend, 
And  conquer'd  nations  bow. 

2  Perhaps  some  proud  and  youthful  heart 

Such  glory,  too,  would  gain — 
Triumphal  arches,  shouting  throngs, 
And  all  that  pageant  vain. 

3  Stop,  thoughtless  youth,  and  pause  awhile  : 

Would  you  such  glory  share  ? 
•    A  hotter  place  in  hell's  dark  cave, 
With  tnose  he  hasteu'd  there. 

4  Had  he  ten  thousand  conquer'd  worlds 

He'd  gladly  give  them  all 
.  Could  he  revoke  those  scenes  below 
Which  you  so  glorious  call. 

5  Do  his  remember'd  vict'ries  now 

One  cheering  thought  inspire  ? 
O,  no  !  they  prove  the  gnawing  worm, 
And  ever-quenchless  fire. 

S.  B.  Linsley.    48G.     l.  m.      Rockingham. 

Horrors  of  war. 

1  POOR  are  the  triumphs  war  has  won. 

Its  countless  evils  who  can  see  ? 
Immortal  beings  !  deathless  souls  ! 
Resolved  on  death  or  victory. 

2  And  many  find  a  speedy  death, 

And  many  reach  that  dark  abode, 

With  all  their  sins  upon  their  heads, 

And  hearts  at  enmity  with  God. 

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PEACE  MEETINGS. 


3  And  many  noble  youths  lie  low, 

(Alas,  how  prodigal  of  life  !) 
Many  a  pliant  veteran  writhes 

Beneath  the  surgeon's  tort'ring  knife. 

4  And  now  the  smoking  hamlet  view  ; 

The  peaceful  village  wrapl  in  fire'; 
And  fields  of  grain  like  stubble  blaze  ; 
And  honest  labor's  hopes  expire. 

6  Now  o'er  the  plain  the  fugitives 

Fly  houseless,  homeless,  pale  with  fear  • 
Mothers  and  babes,  the  aged,  sick— 
Ah,  what  a  sight  of  woe  is  here  ! 

6  When  war  prevails,  sins  o'er  the  land 

Rush  like  a  desolating  tide  ; 
God  is  contemn'd,  his  worship  scorn'd, 
And  wholesome  human  law  defied.  ' 

7  Then  let  us  labor,  let  us  strive. 

And  pray  that  scenes  like  these  may  cease- 
That  God  would  fit  our  souls  to  dwell 
Where  Jesus  reigns  tbe  Prince  of  peace. 

S.  B.  Linsley.    487.    .c.  m.  Dundee. 

Origin  of  wars.    James  iv.l. 

1  "  FROM  whence  come  wars  and  fightings  dire  ?  " 

The  sacred  penman  cries. 
"  From  lusts  which  in  your  members  war : 
They  from  your  sins  arise." 

2  O  when  shall  swords  to  ploughshares  turn 

And  heave  the  teeming  soil  ?  ' 

When  shall  our  spears  be  pruning-hooks 
To  aid  the  lab'rer's  toil  ? 

3  When  shall  the  battle's  clangor  cease, 

And  garments  roU'd  in  gore  ? 
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PEACE  MEETINGS.  488. 

When  shall  Emanuel's  peaceful  reign 
Commence,  and  end  no  more  7 

When,  blessed  Jesus,  shall  that  peace 

To  thy  disciples  given. 
Fill  ev'ry  soul,  hless  ev'ry  land, 

And  make  this  earth  like  heav'n '? 

Sigourney.         4:88.     s.  m.  Shirland. 

Prayer  for  peace. 

1  CHECK  at  their  fountain-head, 
O  Lord,  the  streams  of  strife, 

Nor  let  mis2ruided  man  rejoice 
To  take  his  brother's  life. 

2  Strike  off  the  pomp  and  pride 
That  deck  the  deeds  of  war, 

And  in  their  gorgeous  mantle  hide 
-    The  blood-stained  conqueror. 

3  To  history's  blazoned  page 
Touch  the  pure  wand  of  truth, 

And  hid  its  heroes  stand  unveiled 
Before  the  eye  of  youth. 

4  By  every  fireside  press 
The  gospel's  peaceful  claims. 

Nor  let  a  Christian  nation  bless 
What  its  meek  Master  blames. 

6  So  shall  the  seeds  of  hate 
Be  strangled  in  their  birth. 
And  Peace,  the  angel  of  thy  love, 
Rule  o'er  the  enfranchised  earth. 


345 


489,  490.  TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS. 

TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS. 


Lyre.  4:80.     7.         Nuremburg.; 

1  DRINKER  !  turn,  and  leave  your  bowl- 
Turn,  and  save  your  deathless  soul ; 
From  your  lips  the  poison  fling  ; 

Dash  away  the  accursed  thing. 

2  Husband,  turn,  nor  let  your  feet 
Enter  that  accurs'd  retreat. 
Look  !  your  partner's  tearful  eye 
Eloquently  asks  you  why  ? 

3  Brother !  leave  the  place  of  glee  ; 
Quick,  O  quickly,  turn  and  flee  ! 
See  your  sister's  swelling  breast 
Deep  with  anxious  fear  distress'd. 

4  Father !  turn — your  children's  voice 
Bids  you  seek  your  fireside  joys  : 
Leave  the  revel — homeward  haste, 
And  those  purer  pleasures  taste. 

D.  A.  Smith.      490.     7.  6.      Miss.  Hymn. 

Drink  a  liule  longer. 
1  AYE,  drink  a  little  longer— 

A  little  longer  still ; 
Let  appetite  grow  stronger  ; 

Aye,  gratify  thy  will. 
Indulge  in  every  pleasure 

That  fancy  can  devise  ; 
Spend  all  thV  earthly  treasure 

In  all  thy  heart  can  prize. 
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TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS.  491, 

2  Drink  to-day,  to-night,  to-morrow ; 

Thy  tender  icife  forsake  ; 
Yes,  fill  her  heart  with  sorrow, 

And  thy  smiling  children's  break. 
Ne'er  think  of  grief  or  sadness, 

Nor  think  of  God  or  heaven. 
Till  thou  art  seiz'd  with  madness, 

Thou  to  despair  art  driven. 

3  Then,  drunkard,  die  .'—but  glory 

Can  never  be  thy  home. 
And  what  will  be  thy  story 

When  laid  within  the  tomb? 
O  tell  it  not !— O  let  him 

Sleep,  now,  his  last  long  sleep. 
Wife,  sire,  and  child,  forget  him  ; 

'Tis  folly  now  to  weep. 

491.     7.6.         Yarmouth. 

HOW  long  shall  virtue  languish, 

How  long  shall  folly  reign, 
While  many  a  heart  with  anguish 

Is  weeping  o'er  the  plain  7 
How  long  shall  dissipation 

Her  deadly  waters  pour 
Throughout  this  favored  nation 

Her  millions  to  devour  ? 

When  shall  the  veil  of  blindness  « 

Fall  from  the  shrine  of  wealth, 
Restoring  human  kindness, 

And  industry,  and  health? 
When  shall  the  charms  so  luring 

Of  bad  example  cease. 
The  end  at  once  securing 

Of  temperance  and  peace  7 

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492,493.  TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS. 

3  We  hail  with  joy  unceasing 

The  band  whose  pledge  Ts  given, 
Whose  numbers  are  increasing 

Amid  the  smiles  of  heaven. 
Their  virtues,  never  failing, 

Shall  lead  to  brighter  days, 
Where  holiness,  prevailing, 

Shall  j&ll  the  earth  with  praise. 

N.Y.E.  493.    7.  AdaUum. 

1  SEE  the  car  of  Temperance  roll ; 

Swiftly  on  u  speeds  its  wav. 

See  the  earth  from  pole  to  pole 

Bend  beneath  its  awful  sway. 

2  See  her  banners  gleaming  high 

O'er  the  earth  and  mighty  deep. 

Raise  your  notes  of  triumph  high, 

And  in  chains  the  monster  keep. 

3  Foes  oppose  and  rage  in  vain  ; 

Hell's  unloosed  its  demons  wild; 
But  true  friends,  a  mighty  train, 
Push  their  conquest,  firm  though  mild. 

4  Friends  of  Zion,  steady  keep 

The  bright  and  precious  prize  in  view, 
For  which  Jesus  oft  did  weep. 

And  his  head  was  wet  with  dew. 
6  Raise  a  paean  loud  and  long  : 

Let  it  reach  the  skies  above. 
Raise  a  thrilling,  melting  song 

In  the  purest  strains  of  love. 

"Lyre.  493.    CM.   Lanesborough. 

1  O,  TAKE  the  maddening  bowl  away — 
Remove  the  poisonous  cup  ; 
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TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS.  494 

My  soul  is  sick— its  burning  ray 
Hath  drunk  my  spirit  up. 

2  Say  not,  "  Behold  its  ruddy  hue , 

O  press  it  to  thy  lips  ;  " 
For  'tis  more  deailly  than  the  dew 
That  from  the  Upas  drips. 

3  Say  not,  "  It  hath  a  spell  to  soothe 

The  soul  in  misery  deep." 
Go,  ask  thy  conscience  if  the  bowl 
Can  give  eternal  sleep  ? 

4  Go — I  will  have  no  more  of  thee, 

Thou  bane  of  Adam's  race  ; 
But  to  a  heavenly  fountain  flee, 
Aad  drink  the  "dews  of  grace. 

N.  Y.  E.  494.    L.  M.  Belvillc. 

The  triumph  of  temperance. 

1  HOW  sweet  it  is  to  hear  the  sound 

Of  grateful  thanks  ascend  the  sky. 

While  loud  the  earth  doth  echo  round, 

And  joyful  triumph  peal  on  high ! 

2  How  sweet  it  is  to  hear  the  song 

That  deeply  tells  of  grace  divine, 
Break  from  tfie  lips  of  him  who  long 
Hath  lonely  knelt  at  Bacchus'  shrine ! 

3  What  rapture  fills  the  aching  breast, 

When  round  we  cast  our  longing  eye, 
To  see  the  earth  in  beauty  drest, 
To  hear  no  more  the  stifled  sigh ! 

4  The  parents  greet  a  son's  return 

From  the  path  where  Rum  had  bound  mm 
O,  how  their  hearts  do  warmly  burn 
As  they  closely  press  around  him  ! 


495,  496.   TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS. 

5  ^'■^"ds  welcome  long-lost  friends  again 

They  thought  in  hopeless  ruin  cast. 
Th^ir  breaking  hearts  are  eased  of  pain  ; 
The  clouds  of  sorrow  all  are  past. 

6  Then  let  us  sing  the  blessed  day 

The  galling  yoke  we  threw  aside ; 
Then  let  us  all  a  tribute  pay 
As  swiftly  to  the  grave  we  glide. 

Lyre.  495.     7.  Watchman. 

1st  Fbice.— Temperance  !  tell  the  listening  world 

What  thine  advocates  have  done. 
2d  Foice.— Hearken  !  now  the  tyrant 's  hurl'd 

From  his  high  despotic  throne. 

1st  Foice.— Temperance !  will  thy  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  thee  birth  1 

2d  Voice. — Other  climes  its  sway  shall  own  : 
See,fit  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

1st  Foice.— Temperance  !  then  I'll  be  thy  child, 

For  I  love  thy  sacred  name. 
2d  Foice.— Yes,  my  voice  and  influence  mild 

Can  the  wildest  passion  tame. 

A//.— Temperance !  we  will  shout  thy  praise ; 

We  no  more  will  leave  thy  band ; 
Joyful,  now,  our  anthems  raise 

In  every  clime  and  every  land. 

Sigourney.  496.    l.  m.  Hamburg. 

Intemperance. 
1  THERE  sprang  a  tree  of  deadly  name. 
Its  poisonous  breath,  its  baleful  dew, 
Scorched  the  green  earth  like  lava  flame, 
And  every  plant  of  mercy  slew. 
350 


TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS.  497. 

|2  From  clime  to  clime  its  branches  spread 
Their  fearful  fruits  of  sin  and  wo. 
The  prince  of  darkness  lov'd  its  shade, 
And  toil'd  its  fiery  seed  to  sow. 
i3  Faith  pour'd  her  prayer  at  midnight  hour  ; 
The  hand  of  zeal  at  noonday  wrought ; 
And  armor  of  celestial  power 

The  children  of  the  cross  besought. 

4  Behold  !  the  axe  its  pride  doth  wound  ; 

Through-its  cleft  boughs  the  sunbeams  shine; 
Its  blasted  blossoms  strew  the  ground. 
Give  glory  to  the  arm  divine. 

5  And  still  Jehovah's  aid  implore, 

From  isle  to  isle,  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  peopled  earth's  remotest  shore, 
To  root  that  deadly  Upas  tree. 

.  Sec.  497.     c.  M.    Lanesborough. 

1  GREAT  God  !  assembled  in  thy  house, 

Thy  blessing  to  implore, 

The  kingdom  and  the  glory  be 

Thine,  now  and  evermore. 

2  In  all  our  counsels  and  our  acts 

Thy  gracious  aid  we  need. 
The  cause  we  love,  O  Lord,  is  thine : 
Our  plans  do  thou  succeed. 

3  A  ruthless  tyrant  we  assail 

Who  murders  all  he  can. 
And  scatters  wide  the  seeds  of  death — 
The  foe  of  God  and  man. 

4  Thousands  and  thousands  he  destroys, 

And  makes  their  souls  his  prey  ; 
And  thousands  more  he's  urgmg  on 
In  the  same  downward  way. 

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498,499.  TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS. 

6  He  triumphs  as  he  multiplies 
Diseases,  crime,  and  wo ; 
E'en  to  his  allies  and  his  friends 
He  proves  the  deadliest  foe. 

6  Now,  Lord,  let  every  arm  be  nerv'd, 
And  steady  warfare  wage, 
This  dreadful  enemy  to  subdue, 
And  bless  a  future  age. 

C.  Sec.  498.     c.  M.  China. 

Expostulation. 

1  O  DRUNTCARD,  drunkard,  stop  thy  hand. 

Why  such  a  course  pursue. 
Against  thv  Maker's  !?reat  command  ? 
Why  thus  thyself  undo  7 

2  Why  sacrifice  thy  useful  frame. 

Thy  children,  friends,  and  wealth? 
Why  to  derision  give  thy  name. 
And  why  destroy  thy  health  ? 

3  And  why  destroy  those  feelings  warm 

Which  iTian  for  man  should  hold? 
Why  almost  change  thy  noble  form 
To  his  who  grazed  of  old  ? 

4  And  why  destroy  thy  much-lov'd  wife, 

To  whom  thy  vows  were  given 
To  cherish  her  throughout  thy  life  ? 
Those  vows  were  writ  in  heaven. 

Sigourney.  409.     l.  m.         Hamburg. 

"Only  this  oace."    Ex.  x.  17. 
1  *'  ONLY  this  once."— The  wine-cup  glow'd 
All  sparkling  with  its  ruby  ray  ; 
352 


OCCASIONAL. 


500. 


The  bacchanalian  welcome  flow'd, 
And  folly  made  the  revel  gay. 

2  Then  he,  so  long,  so  deeply  warn'd, 

The  swav  of  conscience  rashly  spurn  cL 
His  promise  of  repentance  scorn'd, 
And.  coward  like,  to  vice  retum'd. 

3  "  drily  this  once.''— The  tale  is  told. 

He  wildlv  quaff'd  the  poisonous  tide— 
With  more  than  Esau's  madness  sold 
The  l.irthright  of  his  soul— and  died. 

4  I  do  not  say  that  breath  forsook 

The  clay,  and  lel'l  its  pulses  dead; 
But  reason  in  her  empire  shook, 
And  all  the  life  of  life  was  fled. 

5  "  Only  this  once."— Beware,  beware  ! 

Gaze  not  upon  the  blushing  wine  ! 
O,  fly  temptation's  syren  snare,  _ 

And  prayerful  seek  for  strength  divme. 


OCCASIONAL. 


Lyre.  500.    s.  m.  Seir. 

Keceivine  members. 
1  BRETHREN,  as  you  have  own'd 
The  Saviour  for  your  Lord, 
And  to  his  people  join'd  yourselves 
According  to  his  word, 


2  In  7Aoi\  YOU  mu.^t  dwell — 
Her  altar  ne'er  forsake 


353 


501.  OCCASIONAL. 

Must  come  to  all  her  solemn  feasts, 
And  all  her  joys  partake. 

3  She  must  employ  your  thoughts 

And  your  increasing  care  ; 
Her  welfare  be  your  constant  wish, 
And  her  increase  your  prayer. 

4  Never  offend  or  grieve 

Your  brethren  in  the  way ; 
But  shun  the  dark  abodes  of  strife, 
Like  children  of  the  day. 

Lyre.  501.     s.m.  Shirland 

Ordination. 

1  LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 

Thy  needy  servants  cry  ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
■   And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait : 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view. 
The  harvest,  truly,  Lord,  is  great— 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert,  and  send  forth,  more 

Into  thy  church  abroad, 
And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Give  the  pure  gospel  word 

The  word  of  general  grace ; 
Then  let  them  preach  the  common  Lord, 
Saviour  of  human  race. 

5  O  let  them  spread  thy  name  ; 

Their  mission  fully  prove  ; 
Thv  universal  grace  proclaim — 
Thine  all-redeeming  love. 
354 


OCCASIONAL.  502,  503. 

V.  T.  50S.    L.  M.  Marion. 

Dedication. 

1  WE  come  not  here  in  rich  array 
O'er  costly  sacrifice  to  pray  : 

Our  penitence  and  thanks  we  bring,— 
A  richer  tribute  to  our  King. 

2  No  cherubim,  no  holy  ark, 

Have  we  thy  presence,  Lord,  to  mark : 
Hither  we  bring  thy  sacred  word,— 
Our  guiding  light,  thy  Spirit's  sword. 

3  Now  let  the  cloud  this  temple  fill. 
(Be  every  heart  in  silence  still.) 

This  temple  's  thine— we  pray  thee  take 
The  ofiering  which  we  gladly  make. 

4  Though  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 
Thine  awful  majesty,  yet  deign 

Hither  to  turn  thy  gracious  eye 
Whene'er  thy  saints  in  suppliance  cty. 

5  Here  let  the  sinner's  sleep  be  broke, 
And  to  the  troubled  peace  be  spoke ; 
Here  let  thy  chosen  oft  foretaste 
The  blessings  of  their  future  feast. 

6  Now  be  the  glory  that  is  due 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  too. 

With  praise,  dominion,  blessing,  given 
"  By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven." 

Erving.  503.    cm.  Henry. 

Dedication. 

1  THIS  is  thine  earthly  temple,  Lord ! 

Here  wilt  thou  deign  to  meet 

All  those  who  love  thy  holy  name, 

And  feel  thy  presence  sweet. 

355 


504.  OCCASIONAL. 

2  Here  may  thy  servant  long  proclaim 

Glad  tidings  of  great  joy, 
And  Christ,  and  his  salvation,  be 
His  great  and  chief  employ. 

3  Here  may  the  righteous  feel  his  heart 

With  holy  ardor  burn  ; 
And  here,  unto  his  Father's  house, 
The  prodigal  return. 

4  Here  may  the  presence  of  our  God 

Be  felt  by  all  who  hear, 
And  thousands  yet  unborn  be  taught 
The  Saviour's  name  to  fear. 

5  Here  may  we  view  the  lovely  youth, 

F'rom  time  to  time,  receive 
The  ordinances  of  thy  house, 
While  they  on  Christ  believe. 

6  And  when  all  earthly  temples  fail, 

And  ordinances  cease. 
Admit  us.  Lord,  into  that  rest 
Where  all  is  joy  and  peace. 

Montgonjery.       004.    7.  Pleyel. 

A  house  devoted  to  God's  worship. 

1  LORD  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise. 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread. 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  bo  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land. 

35G 


OCCASIONAL.  505, 506, 

Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  ! — earth  and  sky, 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply  ; 
Hallelujah  ! — hence  ascend 
Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

.  Bolles.         505*    L.  M.  Hamburg. 

Pastor's  prayer  in  the  study. 

1  HERE",  Lord,  retired,  I  bow  in  prayer. 
Refresh  my  soul— my  heart  prepare 
To  preach  thy  word  with  power  divine  : 
If  it  succeed,  the  praise  be  thine. 

2  Without  this  grace,  I  strive  in  vain. 
O  God,  revive  thy  saints  again  ; 
Convince  poor  sinners  of  their  case, 
Cause  them  to  seek  thy  pardoning  grace. 

3  Draw  thousands  to  thy  mercy -seat ; 
Their  hearts  renew — their  siiis  remit ; 
Fill  them  with  joy  of  faith  and  love 
To  serve  on  earth,  to  praise  above. 

4  In  tears  I  sow  the  precious  seed : 
Cause  it  to  spring — my  work  succeed. 
With  souls  reward  my  work  of  love  : 
Then  take  me  to  thyself  above. 

Davis.  506.    L.  p.  M.  Beleville. 

The  minister's  farewell. 
1  FAREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord ! 
The  gospel  sounds  the  jubilee. 
My  stammering  tongue  shall  sound  aloud 

From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea ; 
And,  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 

357 


507.  OCCASIONAL. 

2  Farewell,  in  bonds  of  union  dear  ! 

Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart. 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer 

Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part — 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below ! 

Although  so  kind  and  dear  to  me, 
My  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go 

To  sound  the  gospel  jubilee — 
To  sound  the  jov  and  bear  the  news 
To  Gentile  worfd  and  royal  Jews. 

4  Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all ! 

While  God  to  me  my  breath  will  give, 
I'll  pray  to  the  eternal  All 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live — 
That  your  dear  souls  prepar'd  may  be 
To  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 

5  Farewe  1,  to  all  beneath  the  sun! 

And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 
The  path  is  straight  my  feet  shall  run, 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go— 
And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand. 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

6  Farewell,  farewell !— I  look  above. 

Jesus,  my  friend,  to  thee  I  call, — 
My  joy,  my  crown,  my  only  love, 

My  safeguard  here,  my  heav'nly  all— 
My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing. 
In  death  ray  hope,  my  glorious  King. 

P.  H.  B.  507,     c.  M.  Mear 

A  hymn  for  a  maternal  association. 
1  GREAT  God,  we  would  to  thee  make  known 
Each  fond  maternal  care  : 
35S 


OCCASIONAL.  50P. 

For  this  we  gather  round  thy  throne, 
Aud  bring  our  children  there. 

2  We  ask  not  wealth,  long  life,  or  fame, 

Or  aught  the  world  can  give, 
May  they  but  glorify  thy  name, 
And  to  thy  honor  live. 

3  Tkis  is  the  burden  of  our  prayer— 

When  from  our  bosoms  riven, 
May  they  be  objects  of  thy  care. 
And  heirs  at  last  of  heaven. 

4  How  sweet  the  Sabbath's  holy  calm  I 

How  bright  its  peaceful  rays  ! 
The  Christian  feels  its  soothmg  balm, 
And  tunes  his  heart  to  praise. 

5  But  there's  a  sweeter  rest  above 

To  which  our  souls  aspire, 
Where  all  is  light,  and  bliss,  and  love- 
Where  spirits  never  tire. 

6  Angels  and  saints  united  move, 

And  take  the  heavenly  lyre  : 

Their  theme  is  evidently  love. 

And  Gabriel  leads  the  choir. 

N.  Y.  E.  508,     c.  M.    Peterborough. 

For  a  maternal  association  quarterly  meeting. 

1  WE  come,  dear  Lord,  a  feeble  band. 

But  strong  in  faith  and  love. 
Behold  thv  waiting  handmaids  stand  : 
We  conie  thy  word  to  prove. 

2  When  thou  didst  sojourn  here  below, 

Fond  mothers  then  drew  near, 
And  thou  thy  blessing  didst  bestow 
Upon  their  offspring  dear. 

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509.  OCCASIONAL. 

3  Though  now,  exalted,  thou  dost  reign 

A  Prince  and  Saviour  too, 
Thy  word  of  promise  shall  remain. 
From  age  to  ages  true. 

4  Look  down,  dear  Saviour,  from  above ; 

Behold  our  children  dear. 
Now  look  on  them  with  pitying  eye, 
And  say,  "Dear youth,  draw  near." 

5  Sin  spreads  a  thousand  snares  around  ; 

It  lurks  in  all  our  joys  ; 
You  tread,  dear  youth,  enchanted  ground, 
Where  death  unseen  destroys. 

6  Dear  Lord,  compel  them  to  come  in 

By  thy  constraining  grace, 
Lest  they  should  fall  a  prey  to  sin, 
And  never  see  thy  face. 

Cowper.  ^00.    p.  M.  Haddara. 

Birth-day. 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee 

My  cheerful  soul  I  raise. 
Thy  goodness  bade  me  be, 

And  still  prolongs  my  daj'S. 
I  see  my  natal  hour  return, 
And  bless  the  day  that  I  was  born. 

2  Long  as  I  live  beneath, 

To  thee  O  let  me  live — 
To  thee  my  every  breath 

In  thanks  and  praises  give. 
Whate'er  I  have,  whate'er  I  am, 
Shall  magnify  my  Maker's  name. 

3  My,. soul  and  all  its  powers, 

Thine,  wholly  thine,  shall  be  ; 
360    > 


OCCASIONAL.  510,  511. 

And  all  my  happy  hours 

I  consecrate  to  thee. 
Me  to  thine  image  now  restore, 
And  I  shall  praise  thee  evermore. 

Berridge.  010.     cm.  Clifford. 

Marriage.     Johnii.  1. 

1  SINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 

To  grace  a  marriage  feast, 
O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands  ; 
Their  union  with  th}" favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  In  purest  love  these  souls  unite, 

That  they,  Avith  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

4  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 

And  life's  short  space  be  o'er. 
May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 

Lyre.  511.     8.7.      Worthington. 

■Marriage. 

1  COME,  thou  condescending  Jesus  ! 

Thou  hast  blest  a  marriage  feast. 
Come,  and  with  thy  presence  bless  us  ; 
Deign  to  be  an  honored  guest. 

2  Lord,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing 

On  the  happy  pair  to  rest ; 
May  thy  goodness,  never  ceasing, 
Make  them  now  and  ever  blest. 

361 


512. 


OCCASIONAL. 


3  Make  them  thine  by  true  adoption— 

Thine  by  free  and  sovereign  grace  ; 
May  they,  in  each  word  and  action, 
Do  thy  will,  and  speak  thy  praise. 

4  Gracious  Lord,  from  thy  free  bounty 

Fill  their  basket  and  "their  store  ; 
Give  them,  with  their  health  and  plenty, 
Hearts  thy  goodness  to  adore. 

5  Often  from  their  happy  dwelling 

May  the  voice  of  prayer  ascend, 
For  thy  mercies  still  increasing, 
To  their  best,  their  kindest,  friend. 

6  When  by  death's  cold  hand  divided, 

Which  dissolves  the  teuderest  ties. 
By  thy  grace  again  united, 
May  they  in  thy  image  rise. 

Lee.  5\2»     L.  M. 

Marriage  Hymn. 

1  WITH  grateful  hearts,  and  tuneful  lays, 

We  bow  before  th'  eternal  throne. 
And  offer  up  our  humble  praise 
To  him  whose  name  is  God  alone. 

2  On  this  auspicious  eve  draw  near. 

And  shed  thy  richest  blessings  down ; 
Fill  ev'ry  heart  with  love  sincere, 
And  all  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 

3  Grant,  now,  thy  presence,  gracious  Lord, 

And  hearken  to  our  fervent  praj'er  ; 
The  nuptial  vow  in  heaven  record. 
And  bless  the  newly-married  pair. 

4  O,  guide  them  safe  this  desert  through. 

Mid  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love, 
362 


OCCASIONAL.  513    514. 

At  length  with  joy  thy  face  to  view 
la  fairer,  better,  worlds  above. 

Conn  Obs.  «S13.     l.  m.        Broomfield. 

Marriage  Hymn. 

1  THIS  festive  scene,  these  nuptial  rites, 

Deign  with  thy  presence  now  to  crown  ; 
And,  on  the  pair  whom  love  unites, 
Shed  thy  best  blessings  largely  down. 

2  Be  thou  their  guardian,  guide,  and  friend, 

While  through  lifes  devious  paths  they  roam: 
And  still  let  all  their  footsteps  tend 

Towards  heaven,  their  safe  and  lasting  home. 

3  In  sorrow  let  each  one  impart 

Sweet  solace  to  the  other's  breast ;  "^ 

And  soothe  the  anguish  of  the  heart, 

And  calm  the  troubled  thoughts  to  rest. 
i  In  joy,  when  all  around  them  smiles, 

Like  Eden's  bright  and  beauteous  bowers, 
And  Hope's  enchanting  view  beguiles 

(If  such  must  be)  their  heavier  hours, 

5  Let  their  warm  gratitude  arise 

Free  from  the  altar  of  their  hearts, 
And  waft  its  incense  to  the  skies 
To  him  who  every  good  imparts. 

6  To  his  delightful  service  given  1 

Be  their  whole  soul,  and  strength,  and  mind. 
Till,  ripened  by  his  grace  for  heaven, 
In  endless  union  they  are  joined. 

S.  S.  Cutting.     514.     L.  M.  Pilesgrove, 

Thanksgiving  hymn. 
1  CREATOR,  God  !  thy  glories  blaze 
Where'er  above,  around,  we  gaze.  I 

363  1 

i 


51 5.  OCCASIONAL. 

Thy  smile  gives  beauty  to  the  flower, 
Thy  grandeur  to  the  tempest,  power. 

2  God  of  our  lives,  the  throbbing  heart 
Doth  at  thy  beck  its  action  start — 
Throbs  on  obedient  to  thy  will, 
Or  ceases  at  thy  fatal  chill. 

3  God  of  the  harvest,  sun  and  shower 
Own  the  high  mandate  of  thy  power : 
Plenty  her  rich  profusion  throws 
When  thou  dost  bid,  or  want  her  woes. 

4  God  of  all  providence,  thy  care 
Heeds  what  the  blooming  lilies  wear. 
O'er  nobler  man  that  care  presides 
When  joy  doth  bless,  or  wo  betides. 

5  God  of  eternal  life,  thy  love 
Doth  the  deep  stain  of  sin  remove  : 
The  cross  !  the  cross  ! — its  hallow'd  light 
Fast  drives  from  earth  her  cheerless  night. 

6  God  of  all  goodness,  to  the  skies 
Our  hearts'in  grateful  anthems  rise  ; 
And  to  thy  service  shall  be  given 
The  rest  of  life,  the  whole  of  heaven. 

Hill.  515.     11.  Prescott. 

Parting  hymn. 

1  FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at 

hand 
That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band. 
Our  several  engagements  do  call  us  away — 
Sep'ration  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  loving  Christians,  farewell  for  awhile. 
We'll  soon  meet  again  if  kind  heaven  should 

smile. 
364 


OCCASIONAL.  516. 

And  while  we  are  parted  and  scatter'd  abroad 
We'll  pray  for  each  other,  and  wrestle  with  God. 

3  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who've  listed  for 

war. 
Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near. 
And  though  you  must  walk  through  this  dark 

wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  3-0U,  he'll  lead  you  to  peace. 

4  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  with  sad  broken 

heart 
O  hasten  to  know  Jesus,  and  seek  the  good  part. 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save  ; 
.  His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 

5  Farewell,  careless  sinner,  for  you  I  do  mourn 
To  think  of  your  danger  and  your  unconcern. 
You've  heard  of  a  judgment  where  all  must  ap- 
pear : 

O,  there  you'll  stand  trembling  with  tormenting 
fear. 

6  The  frolics  and  pastimes  in  which  you  delight 
Will  serve  to  torment  3-0U  in  that  dreadful  fright. 
You'll  think  of  the  sermons  which  you've  heard 

in  vain, 
When  hope's  gone  forever  of  hearing  again. 

7  Farewell,  faithful  pilgrims— farewell,  all  around ! 
Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  last  trump  shall 

sound. 
To  meet  you  in  glory  I  give  3'ou  my  hand, 
The  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 

S.  F.  Smith.     516.    8.  7.  4.  Suffolk. 

Close  of  a  protracted  meeting. 
1  NOW  these  solemn  days  are  ending  : 
All  their  glowing  hopes  are  o'er. 
366 


516.  OCCASIONAL. 

Now  the  fiaal  hour  is  spending  : 
We  shall  see  their  joys  no  more. 

Days  of  gladness — 
We  shall  see  their  joys  no  more. 

2  Oft  the  tidings  of  salvation 

Have  been  pressed  upon  our  ears. 
Who  has  heard  the  invitation  ? 
Who  in  sinning  perseveres  7 

Who,  rebellious, 
Still  in  sinning  perseveres  ? 

3  Sinner,  o'er  thy  hardness  weeping, 

To  the  Saviour  thou  must  go, 
Never  resting,  never  sleeping, 
Till  the  peaceful  breezes  bow- 
Never  resting 
Till  the  peaceful  breezes  blow. 

4  Thoughtless  ones,  while  ye,  departing, 

Hasten  from  these  scenes  away, 
Let  your  spirits,  onward  darting, 
See  another  parting  day — 

Fast  approaching 
See  another  parting  day. 

5  While  the  contrite  while  the  lowly, 

Rise  where  matchless  dories  glow, 
Ye,  who  choose  to  be  unholy. 
Must  depart  to  endless  wo — 

Ye  unholy 
Must  depart  to  endless  wo. 

6  Each  one  in  this  congregation 

Then  must  go  to  heaven  or  hell, 
(Pains  unknown  or  sweet  salvation,) 
There  forever  more  to  dwell — 

None  escaping, 
There  forevermore  to  dwell. 
366 


OCCASIONAL.  517,  518. 

Barbauld.  517,     c.  m.  Arlington. 

Charitable  collection. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain — 

To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 

Was  never  rais'd  in  vain  ; 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  gen'rous  warmth 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel, 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief : 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unask'd  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow  : 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  He,  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

Shall  present  peace  receive ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

Gibbons.  518.     l.  m.  Mendon. 

Acts  XX.  35. 

1  WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day 
But  miracles. of  power  and  grace. 

That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  7 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kmdness  done, 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 

367 


519.  OCXJASIONAL. 

3  That  man  may  last  but  never  lives 
Who  much  receives  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank — 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 

4  But  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod,— 
The  path  to  glorj^  and  to  God. 

Lyre.  519.    8.  7.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

Life's  billows. 

1  TOSS'D  upon  life's  raging  billow, 

Sweet  it  is,  0  Lord,  to  know 
Thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pillow, 

And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  wo. 
Never  slumbering,  never  sleeping, 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear. 
Thou  the  faithful  watch  art  keeping, 

"  All,  all's  well,"  thy  constant  cheer. 

2  And  though  loud  the  wind  is  howling, 

Fierce  thoush  flash  the  lightnings  red, 
Darkly  though  the  storm-cloud's  scowling. 

O'er  the  sailor's  anxious  head, 
Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean, 

All  its  noise  and  tumult  still, 
Hush  the  tempest's  wild  commotion, 

At  the  bidding  of  thy  will. 

3  Thus  mv  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 

While'' to  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 

Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry. 
And,  though  mast  and  sail  be  riven, 

Life's  short  voyage  will  soon -be  o'er — 
Safely  moor'd  in  "heaven's  wide  haven, 

Storm  and  tempest  vex  no  more. 

368 


OCCASIONAL.  520, 521. 

Wesley.  5SJ0,     c.  m.  Barby. 

Old  age  approaching. 

1  ETERNAL  God,  enthron'd  on  high  ! 

Whom  angel  hosts  adore  ! 
Who  yet  to  suppliant  dust  art  nigh  ! 
Thy  presence  I  implore. 

2  0,  guide  me  down  the  steep  of  age, 

And  keep  my  passions  cool ; 
Teach  me  to  scan  the  sacred  page, 
And  practise  ever}''  rule. 

3  My  flying  years  time  urges  on  ; 

What 's  human  must  decay ; 
My  friends,  my  young  companions  gone, 
Can  I  expect  to  stay  7 

4  Can  I  exemption  plead  when  death 
Projects  his  awful  dart  ? 

Can  med'cines  then  prolong  my  breath, 
Or  virtue  shield  my  heart? 

5  Ah,  no ! — then  smooth  the  mortal  hour  : 
On  thee  my  hope  depends. 

Support  me  with  almightj-  power 
While  dust  to  dust  descends. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul,  O  gracious  God, 
(While  angels  join  the  lay,) 

Admitted  to  the  bless'd  abode, 
Its  endless  anthems  pay. 

Dwight.  521.  •    s.  M.  Olmutz. 

Sick-bed  reflectioiis. 
1  JUST  o'er  the  grave  I  hung : 

No  pardon  met  my  eyes  : 
As  blessings  never  greet  the  slain, 
And  hope  shall  never  rise. 
24  369 


522.  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

2  Sweet  mercy  to  my  soul 
Reveal'd  no  charming  ray  ; 

Before  me  rose  a  long,  dark  night, 
With  no  succeeding  day. 

3  Then  O  how  vain  appear'd 
The  joys  beneath  the  sky  ! 

Like  visions  past— like  flowers  that  blow 
When  wint'ry  storms  are  nigh 

4  How  moum'd  my  sinking  soul 
The  Sabbath's  hours  divme— 

The  day  of  grace,  that  precious  day, 
Consum'd  in  sense  and  sin ! 

5  The  work,  the  mighty  work, 
Of  life,  so  long  delay'd  ! 

Repentance  yet  to  be  begun 
Upon  a  dymg  bed  ! 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 


Wesley.  52S.     cm.  Dundee. 

Communion  of  saints  on  earth  with  saints  in  heaven. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 

Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And,  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise, 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone, 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 
370 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  523. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him — 

One  church,  above,  beneath ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream,  of  death. 

4  Ev'n  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die  ! 

5  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide ; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven, 

Newton.  529*    c.  m.  Burford: 

Death  and  glory. 

1  IN  vain  our  fancy  strives  to  pamt 

The  moment  after  death — 
The  glories  that  surround  a  saint 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks  ; 

One  efibrt — and  he's  gone  ; 

And  lo,  the  willing  spirit  takes 

Its  mansion  near  tne  throne. 

3  We  strive,  but  all  our  elTorts  fail, 

To  trace  that  upward  flight. 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 

4  Yet,  though  we  see  them  not,  we  know 

Saints  are  completely  blest— =■ 
Are  freed  from  sm,  and  care,  and  wo, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 

His  face  tht^y  always  view  : 

371 


524,  525.    DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

Then  let  us  foll'wers  be  of  them 
That  we  may  praise  him  too. 

S.  B.  Linsley.    594,     l.  m.  Forest. 

The  rich  man  and  Lazarus.    Luke  xvi.  19—25. 

1  WITH  costly  wines  the  table  groan'd, 

And  smoking  viands  gracVl  the  board, 
And  there,  in  g-orgeous  rohes  array'd, 
Sat  the  rich  man,  its  haughty  lord. 

2  With  mirth  and  music,  dance  and  song, 

His  halls  resounded  day  by  day ; 
And  thus  in  revelry  and  sin 

He  pass'd  his  useless  life  away. 

3  Lazarus  at  his  gate  was  laid, 

By  hunger  urged,  a  beggar  poor. 
For  crumbs  which  from  his  table  fell 
He  humbly  ask'd,  nor  sought  for  more. 

4  Lazarus  died,  and,  quick  as  thought, 

With  glorious  angels  took  his  flight 
To  Abram's  bosom,  friend  of  God, 
In  realms  of  everlasting  light. 

5  The  rich  man  died,  and  sunk  to  hell, 

And  utter'd  there  the  piercing  cry, 
"  Let  Laz-rus  come  and  cool  my  tongue, 
For  I  in  flames  tormented  lie." 

6  But  ah  !  no  cooling  waters  flow; 

From  heav'n  no  holy  saint  can  come. 
On  earth  he  scorn'd  a'Saviour's  love, 
And  endless  wo  is  now  his  doom. 

Wingrove.       5S5.    8. 7.  4.  Sicilian  Hymn. 

Happy  death-bed. 
1  EVERY  moment  brings  me  nearer 
To  my  long-sought  rest  above, 
372 


DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  526. 

Higher  mounts  my  soul,  and  higher. 

0  how  happy  to  remove  ! 
Then  forever 

1  shall  sing  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  shall  I  be  gone  to  glory — 

Join  the  bright,  angelic  race ; 
There  repeat  the  pleasing  story, 
"  I  was  saved  by  sov'reign  grace  " 

And  forever 
View  my  loving  Saviour's  face. 

3  Though  my  burden  sore  oppress  me, 

And  I  sink  beneath  my  pain, 
Jesus  he  will  soon  release  me, 
And  3-our  loss  will  be  my  gain. 

Precious  Saviour  !     •    * 
With  my  Lord  I  shall  remziin. 

Seamen's  Col.      52G,     7.  Norwich. 

Come  away. 

1  WHEN  we  close  our  eyes  in  death, 
When  we  yield  our  fleeting  breath, 
May  we  hear  our  Saviour  say, 

"  Heirs  of  glorj',  come  away." 

2  And  when  round  our  dying  beds, 
Friends  would  raise  our  drooping  heads, 
Could  an  earthly  arm  supply 
Strength,  unless  our  God  be  nigh  ? 

3  In  that  last  extremity, 
Jesus,  thou  our  refuge  be. 

Ma}'  we  feel  thee  near  our  heart, 
Bidding  every  fear  depart 

373 


527,  528.    DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

Wesley.  537.     8.7.  Wilmot. 

The  departing  saint. 

1  HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ending- 

All  thy  mourning  days  below. 
Go,  by  angel  guards  attending, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go. 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stand  above, 
Shows  the  glory  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die  to  live  the  life  o'f  glory  ; 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

4  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To'thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast- 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 
To  his  everlasting  rest. 

Lyre.  528.     8.7.  Pilgrim. 

The  female  pilgrim, 
1  WHITHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Wandering  through  this  gloomy  vale? 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

No  !  rm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 
'  Will  you  ^0  to  glory  with  me  7 
Hallelujah  !  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  "  Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 
Travelling  through  this  lonely  void  ; 
But  no  ill  shall  e'er  befal  me 

While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide. 
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529. 


3  Such  a  guide  !— no  guide  attends  thee : 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise. 
If  some  guardian  power  defend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

4  "  Yes,  unseen  ;  but  still,  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend. 

He  '11  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 

He  will  guide  me  to  the  end." 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  rolling  through  the  vale  : 
Should  its  boisterous  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 

6  "  No  !  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful ; 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend  ; 

Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful; 

There  my  pilgrimage  will  end." 

7  While  I  jjazed.  with  speed  surprising 

Down  tlie  vale  she  plunged  from  sight; 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising, 
Like  an  angel  clothed  in  light. 
O,  she's  gone  to  the  kingdom. 
Will  you  follow  her  to  glory  7 
Hallelujah  !  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

C.  Wesley.       529.     c.  p.  m.  Ganges. 

1  LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 

Yet  how  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart, 

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430.  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

Eternal  thing's  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  jud^e  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  malce  my  calling  sure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Hoskins.  530.     c.  m.  Mear. 

Time  is  short.     1  Cor.  vii.  29. 

1  "  THE  time  is  short !  "  the  season  near, 

When  death  will  us  remove. 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
Leave  all  we  fondly  love. 

2  "  The  time  is  short !  "  sinners,  beware, 

Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear 
While  it  is  call'd  to-day 

3  "  The  time  is  short !  "  ve  rebels  now 

To  Christ,  the  Lord, "submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  "  The  time  is  short !  "  ye  saints,  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickfy  come. 
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DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  531. 

Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

5  "  The  time  is  short !  "  the  moment  near, 
When  we  shall  dwell  above, 
And  be  forever  happy  there, 
With  Jesus,  whoni  we  love. 

ongster.  ^31.    p.m.  Weston. 

■     Heaven  desired. 

1  NOW  here  awhile  I  stay 
In  hopes  of  that  glad  day 
When  I  am  calPd  away 

To  the  mansions  above; 
There  to  enjoy  the  treasure 
Of  unconsuming  pleasure. 
And  shout  in  highest  mejisure 

Hallelujahs  of  love. 

And  O  give  him  glory, 
And  O  give  him  glory, 
And  O  give  him  glory, 

For  glory  is  his  own. 
Yes,  you  may  give  him  glcny, 
And  I  icill  give  him  glory, 
WeHl  shout  and  give  him  glory. 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

2  In  hopes  of  seeing  Jesus 
When  all  mv  conflicts  ceases, ' 
To  him  my  love  increases. 

To  worship  and  adore. 
Come,  then,  my  blessed  Saviour, 
Vouchsafe  to  me  the  favor 
To  dwell  with  thee  forever 

When  time  shall  be  uo  more. 
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532.  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

3  Then  in  the  blooming  garden 
Of  Eden,  gain'd  by  pardon, 
Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan, 

We'll  worship  the  Lamb  ; 
We'll  sing  the  song  of  Moses, 
While  Jesus  sweet  composes 
A  song  that  never  closes 

Of  praises  to  his  name. 

4  See,  5^onder  is  the  glory ; 
It  lies  but  just  before  me  ; 
And  there  we'll  tell  the  story, 

Of  all-redeeming  love  ; 
And  there  we  shall  forever 
Drink  of  the  flowing  river, 
And  ever,  ever,  ever, 

Surround  the  throne  of  love. 

E.Cushman.    53S.     8.7.4.  Suffolk. 

The  Christian's  funeral  hymn. 

1  HARK,  the  voice  of  injured  Justice  : 

Sinners,  listen,  weep,  and  mourn, 
Man  is  fallen  ;  God,  offended, 
Bids  his  awful  fury  burn. 

Turn,  ye  rebels  ! 
To  your  kindred  dust  return. 

2  Hark,  the  songs  of  raptured  converts, 

Ransom'd  by  their  heavenly  King. 
Sin  's  forgiven— death  is  vanquished ; 
Nature  wakes  to  join  and  sing. 

Songs  of  triumph 
To  the  mighty  conqu'ror  bring. 

3  Hark,  the  strains  of  yonder  music. 

Mingling  songs  with  dying  sighs  ; 
'Tis  the  voice  of  the  belieVer 

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DEATH  AISD  JUDGMENT.    533,  534. 

Bound  to  mansions  in  the  skies — 

Soft  reposing 
Till  his  God  shall  bid  him  rise. 

4  Hark,  th'  eternal  Judge,  descending, 
Rends  the  heavens,  cleaves  the  tomb; 
Angel's  voice,  with  trumpet  sounding, 
Bids  the  ransom'd  millions  come. 

Christ,  the  Saviour, 
Bids  his  saints  the  welcome  home. 

Addison.  533.     c.  m.  Dundee. 

1  W'HEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  m}'  Maker  face  to  face, 
O,  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  Wth  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought, 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclos'd 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O,  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

4  Prepare  me.  Lord,  to  meet  that  day 

Ere  it  be  too  late, 
When  I  shall  view  these  solemn  scenes, 
And  feel  their  awful  weight. 

Y.  C.  C.  534.     L.  M.  Eaton. 

Harvest  hymn.     Mat.  xiii.  24—30, 

1  THIS  is  the  field,  the  world  below, 

In  which  the  sowers  come  to  sow : 

Jesus  the  wheat,  Satan  the  tares, 

For  so  the  word  of  truth  declares  ; 

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535.  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

And  soon  the  reaping -time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest-home. 

2  To  love  my  sins,  a  saint  appear, 
To  grow  in  wheat  and  be  a  tare, 
May  serve  me  while  on  earth  below. 
Where  tares  and  wheat  together  grow  : 

But  soon,  <^c. 

3  Most  awful  truth  !— and  is  it  so? 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know  ? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare  ? — 

Me  for  the  harvest,  Lord,  prepare  : 
For  soon,  cf-c. 

4  Then  all  who  truly  righteous  be 
Their  Father's  kingdom  soon  shall  see: 
But  tares  in  bundles  shall  be  bound. 
And  cast  in  hell— O,  doleful  sound  ! 

And  soon,  (f«c. 

Newton.  5^5,    l.  m.     Rockingham. 

The  tolling  bell, 

1  OFT  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul. 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "  Am  I 
Prepar'd,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die  ?  " 

2  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death: 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then,  leaving  all  T  lov'd  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go — 

Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 
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DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.    536,  537. 

4  But  could  I  bear  to  hear  him  say,. 
"  Depart,  accursed,  far  away  ; 
With  Satan,  in  the  lowest  hell, 
Thou  art  forever  doom'd  to  dwell?  " 

5  Lord  Jesus !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee ; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sin,  and  let  me  live. 

6  Then,  when  the  solemn  hell  I  hear. 
If  sav'd  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear : 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
"  Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me." 

Sec.  030.     c.  p.  M.         Aithlone. 

1  NO  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope  or  worldly  fear. 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone — 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door. 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne. 

2  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, — 
A  moment's  misery  or  jov ; 

But  O,  when  both  shall  end. 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place  7 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend? 

S'ewton.  5S7»    c.  m.  Albany. 

There  the  weary  are  at  rest.    Job  iii.  17. 
1  COURAGE,  my  soul !  behold  the  prize 
The  Saviour's  love  provides, — 
Eternal  life  beyond  the  skies 
For  all  whom  here  he  guides. 

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538.  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

2  The  wicked  cease  from  troubling  there, 

The  weary  are  at  rest ; 
Sorrow  and  sin,  and  pain  and  care, 
No  more  approach  the  blest. 

3  A  wicked  world  and  wicked  heart 

With  Satan  now  are  join'd  : 
Each  acts  a  too  successful  part 
In  harassing  my  mind. 

4  In  conflict  with  this  threefold  troop 

How  weary,  Lord,  am  I ! 
Did  not  the  promise  hear  me  up, 
My  soul  must  faint  and  die. 

5  But,  fighting  in  my  Saviour's  strength, 

Though  mighty  are  my  foes, 
I  shall  a  conqu'ror  be  at  length 
O'er  all  that  can  oppose. 

6  Then  why,  my  soul,  complain  or  fear  ? 

The  crown  of  glory  see. 
The  more  I  toil  and  suffer  here. 
The  sweeter  rest  will  be. 

Muhlenburg.       538.     11.  Prescott. 

Heaven  desirable.    Job  vii.  16. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alwa}  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way. 
The  few  lurid  mornii^s  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 

cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  thus  fettered  by  sm — 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanKsgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

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DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  539.  ■ 

,  3  I  would  not  live  alvvay  :  no — welcome  the  tomb  : 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom. 
I       There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise 
f       To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  ahvay  away  from  his  God — 
!       Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the.rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er  the 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glorj'  eternally  reigns  ? 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 

I       Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
I       While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
I       And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul  ? 

I  Meth.  Col.         539.     s.  M.         Livingston. 

1  THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread. 

We  all  shall  soon  appear  ! 
Our  caution'd  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day. 
And  fill  usj  now,  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray — 

2  Topray  and  wait  the  hour. 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  maiesty  and  power, 

Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 
Th'  knmortal  Son  of  man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzlmg  train. 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increase  our  CTacious  fears, 
Forever  let  th'  archangel's  voice 
Be  sounding  in  our  ears 

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540.  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

The  solemn  midnight  cry,  » 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come ; 

Arise,  and  meet  him  in  the  sky, 
And  meet  your  instant  doom." 

4  0  may  we  thus  he  found 
Obedient  to  his  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord. 
O  may  we  all  ensure 

A  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
^  .       An  everlasting  rest. 

N.  Y.  E.  540.     7.  Edgefield.1 

The  dying  Christian. 

1  SAVIOUR !  take  me  to  thy  arms ; 

Bid  my  doubts  and  anguish  flee. 
Earth  has  lost  its  empty  charms : 
What  is  all  the  world  to  thee  ? 

2  Take,  O  take  my  sinful  heart — 

Take  it  to  th}-"  heavenly  rest ; 
Bid  my  sorrows  quick  depart ; 
Place  me  among  thy  chosen  blest. 

3  Place  me  near  thy  throne  of  gold, 

Built  on  mercy,  truth,  and  love. 

Where  the  tale  of  Calvary 's  told 

In  the  purest  strains  above.     * 

4  Now  I  feel  thy  precious  arm 

Underneath  my  aching  head  : 
What,  O  God,  on  earth  can  harm 
When  thou'rt  near  the  dying  bed  ? 

5  Heaven's  portals  wide  are  spread — 

Angels  hovering  round  him  bright  : 
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DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.    541,542. 

O  the  Lamb  !  the  Lamb  that  bled  ! 
O  the  bliss  !  the  joyful  sight ! 

Montgomery.     041.     l.  m.  Rothwell. 

The  living  know,  &c.     Eccl.  ix.  5. 

1  WHERE  are  the  dead  ?— In  heav'n  or  hell 
Their  disembodied  spirits  dwell; 

•  Their  perish'd  forms  in  bonds  of  clay, 
Reserv'd  until  the  judgment-day. 

2  Who  are  the  dead  ? — The  sons  of  Time 
In  ev'rj-  age,  and  state,  and  clime ; 
Renown'd.  dishonored,  or  forgot, 

The  place  that  knew  them  knows  them  not. 

3  Where  are  the  living  ? — On  the  ground 
Where  prayer  is  heard  and  mercy  found — 
Where,  in  the  compass  of  a  span, 

The  mortal  makes  th'  immortal  man. 

4  Who  are  the  living  ? — They  whose  breath 
Draws  ev'ry  moment  nigh  to  death  ; 

Of  endless  "bliss  or  wo  the  heirs. 
O,  what  an  awful  lot  is  theirs  ! 

5  Then,  timely  warn'd,  let  us  begin 
To  follow  Clirist,  and  flee  from  sin ; 
Daily  grow  up  in  him  our  head, — 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 

Hill.  54S.     P.M.  Suffolk. 

The  judgment  described.     Rev.  i.  7. 
1  LO,  he  comes,  in  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain  : 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending. 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 
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543.  DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears, — 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  his  ransom'd  worshippers. 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars ! 

4  Yea,  amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own ; 

Jah !  Jehovah  ! 
Everlasting  God,  come  down. 

Lyre.  543.     8. 7.  4.  Calvary. 

The  judgment. 

1  SEE  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 

Seated  on  his  Father's  throne  : 
Now,  poor  sinner,  Christ  shall  show  thee 
He  is  the  eternal  Son. 
Trumpets  call  thee  : 
Come  to  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  thus  lamenting 

At  the  thoughts  of  future  pain  : 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  cries  and  weeps  in  vain — 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  bora  again. 
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DEATH  AND  JUDGMENT.  543. 

3  "  Yonder  stands  the  glorious  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  : 
O,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move. 

Doomed  justly. 
For  I  l^ave  against  him  strove. 

4  "  All  his  warnings  I  have  slighted. 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul ; 
If  some  vows  to  him  1  plighted, 
Yet  for  siu  I  broke  the  whole. 

Golden  moments  ! 
How*  neglected  did  they  roll ! 

5  "  Yonder  stand  my  godly  neighbors 

Who  were  once  "despised  by  me  ; 
They  are  clad  in  dazzling  splendor, 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see. 

Farewell,  neighbors  ! — 
Dismal  gulf!  I'm  bound  for  thee." 

6  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder  : 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part. 
Louder  than  the  peal  of  thunder, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart." 

Lost  forever — 
How  it  quails  the  sinner's  heart ! 


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544 — 547.        DoxoLOGiEs. 


DOXOLOaiES. 


544.  L.  M.     Old  Hundred. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  helow  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

545.  c.  M.  Dundee. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

546.  s.  M.  Olmutz. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne. 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

And  bless  the  Spirit  too, 

547.  H.  M.  Haddam. 

TO  God,  the  Father's,  throne 
Your  highest  honors  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God,  the  Son  ; 
To" God,  the  Spirit,  praise  : 
With  all  our  powers. 
Eternal  King,  thy  name  we  sing, 
While  failh  adores. 
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548,  549,  550.  doxologies. 

54: 8,     7.  Nuremburg'. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  : 
Praise  him,  all  ve  heavenlv  host-^ 
Father,  Sou,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

549.  8.  7.  Greenville. 
MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love. 
With  the  Holy  Spirifs  favor, 

Rest  -upon  us  from  above. 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord  ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  aiford. 

550.  L.  ii.    Old  Hundred. 

Close  of  worship. 

1  AGAIX  we'll  magnify  the  Lord, 

And  close  with  praise  the  day  of  rest: 
For  all  the  comforts  of  thy  word 
Be  thy  great  name  forever  blest. 

2  Our  services  are  all  defiled, 

But  Jesus  pleads  within  the  veil  : 
Saviour,  on  thee  our  hopes  we  build. 
Nor  can  thine  intercession  fail. 


HYMN. 

The  following  hymn,  written  by  Mrs.  Sigoumey,  was 
sung  at  the  funeral  of  the  Rev.  G.  F.  Davis,  D.  D.,  one 
of  the  partners  in  the  compilation  of  this  volume,  hut 
will  answer  for  other  similar  occasions. 

1  PASTOR !  thou  from  us  art  taken 

In  the  glory  oflhy  years, 
As  the  oak,  by  tempests  shaken, 
Falls  ere  tiaie  its  verdure  sears. 

2  Here,  where  oft  thy  lip  hath  taught  us 

Of  the  Lamb  who  died  to  save, 
Where  thy  guiding  hand  hath  brought  us 
To  the  deep,  baptismal  wave — 

3  Pale  and  cold  we  see  thee  lying, 

In  God's  temple  once  so  dear, 

And  the  mourners'  bitter  sighing 

Falls  unheeded  on  thine  ear. 

4  All  thy  love,  and  zeal  to  lead  us 

Where  immortal  fountains  shine, 
And  on  living  bread  to  feed  us, 
In  our  sorrowing  hearts  do  shine. 

5  May  the  conquering  faith  that  cheer'd  thee 

When  thy  foot  on  .Jordan  prest, 
Guide  our  spirits  while  we  leave  thee 
In  the  tomb  that  Jesus  blest. 


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The  Perfections  of  God, 5  to  10 

Universal  Praise, 11  15 

The  Scriptures, 16  21 

Christ, 22  60 

The  Holv  Spirit, 61  67 

Sinners  Warned, 68  82 

Sinners  Awakened, 83  104 

Sinners  Invited,     105  124 

Sinners  Converted, 125  143 

Profession  and  Baptism, 144  157 

Doctrine, 158  163 

Christian  Character  and  Graces,  .    .   .    .164  228 

Worship 229  251 

Family  Worship, 252  269 

Revival, 270  277 

Missionary  Concert, 278  305 

Concert  fo'r  Colleges, 306  307 

Sabbath  Schools, 307  323 

New  and  Old  Year, 324  331 

Tract  Meetings, 332  337 

Peace  Meetings, 333  345 

Temperance  Meetings, 346  352 

Occasional 353  369 

Death  and  Judgment, 370  387 

Doxolosies, 388  389 


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A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
Again  we'll  magnify, 
Ah  !  how  shall  fallen  man, 
Ah  !  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression, 
Ah !  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do. 
Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 
Aid,  O  Lord,  our  youthful  voices, 
Alas  !  alas  !  how  hlind  I've  been, 
Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 
All  glory  and  praise. 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
All  hail,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
All-powerful,  self-existent  God, 
All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  mourning  class,  a  vacant  seat, 
An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
And  are  we  yet  alive  '? 
And  canst  thou,  then,  believe,  my  soul, 
And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight. 
And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have  ? 
And  what  am  I  ?  my  soul,  awake, 
Another  day  is  past,' 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 
Asceud  thy  throne  almighty  King, 
As  sailors  toss'd  on  ocean's  bed, 
Assembled  at  thy  great  command, 
Assembled  in  our  school  once  more, 
Assembled  round  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Astonish'd  and  distressed, 
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As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains, 
Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
Awakened  from  sin's  delusive  sleep, 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun. 
Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Awake  the  song  that  gave  to  earth, 
Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 
Aye,  drink  a  little  longer, 

BAPTIZED  into  our  Saviour's  death. 
Begone,  my  worldly  cares,  away. 
Begone  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
Behold,  a  stranger  at  the  door. 
Behold  the  genial  showers  descend, 
Behold  the  gift  of  God, 
■  Behold  the  expected  time  draw  near. 
Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 
Being  of  beings,  God  of  love, 
Beside  the  gospel  pool. 
Bestow,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth. 
Beyond  the  glitt'ring,  starry  sky, 
Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow. 
Blessed  is  the  man  whose  heart  expands. 
Blessed  Jesus  !  when  my  soaring  thoughts, 
Blessed  Saviour,  by  thy  powerful  word, 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds. 
Blest  Comforter  divine. 
Blest  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart, 
Blest  Lord,  when  darkness  veils  the  skies. 
Brethren,  as  you  have  owned, 
Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here. 
Bright  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 
By  whom  shall  Jacob  now  arise, 

CHECK,  at  the  fountain-head,  488 

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Children  of  the  heavenly  King,  184 

Christ  as  our  great  physician  heals,  71 

Christ  is  my  hope,  my  soul's  desire,  196 

Christians,  hear  the  Saviour  call  you,  208 

Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm,  211 

Christian  worship,  how  inviting  !  317 

Choose  ye  his  cross  to  bear,  214 

Come,  divine  and  peaceful  guest,  84 

Come,  every  pious  heart,  52 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  83 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  each  mind,  90 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  86 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine,  215 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  85 

Come  let  our  voices  join,  444 

Come  let  us  anew,  462 

Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above,  522 

Come,  little  children,  join  and  sing,  435 

Come,  sinnner,  in  whose  guilty  breast,  142 

Come,  sinners,  attend,  145 

Come,  thou  almighty  King,  12 

Come,  thou  condescending  Jesus,  511 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,  234 

Come,  welcome  this  new  year  of  grace,  194 

Come,  ye  converts,  come  and  welcome,  213 
Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish,     307 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched,  154 

Come,  ye  weary  sinners,  come,  165 

Come,  ye  who  know  the  Saviour's  love,  74 

Converts  to  Christ's  benignant  sway,  389 

Courage,  my  soul !  behold  the  prize,  537 

Creator,  God  !  thy  glories  blaze,  514 

DEAR  Jesus  here  comes,  and  knocks  at  thy 

door,  123 

Dear  Lord,  I  see  in  Peter's  case,  231 
Delay  not,  delay  not— O  sinner  draw  near,         112 
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Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be,  139 

Destruction's  dangerous  road,  96 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep,  67 

Did  I  possess  the  gift  of  tongues,            ^  275 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame,  207 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord,  346 

Do  I  not  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ?  258 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song,.  367 

Drinker,  turn,  and  leave  thy  bowl,  489 

EARTH,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers,  7 

Eternal  God,  enthroned  on  high,  520 

Eternal  God.  I  bless  thy  name,  464 

Eternal  Spirit,  'twas  thy  breath,  24 

Every  moment  brings  me  nearer,  525 

FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone,      300 

Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord,  506 
Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand,  515 

Far  from  the  fold,  O  God,  ray  feet,  177 

Far  from  the  home  of  infancy,  420 

Father  divine,  tdy  piercing  eye,  322 

Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless,  352 

Father  of  mercies,  hear,  453 

Forever  shall  my  fainting  soul,  89 

Forgiveness  ! — 'tis  a  joyiul  word,  223 

Fount  of  everlasting  love,  -  383 

From  battles  fought, .  485 

From  day  to  day,  before  our  e5'es,  427 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  319 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  404 

From  Karen  wilds  a  heathen  came,  475 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high,  148 
From  whence  come  wars  and  fightings  dire,      487 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise,  241 

GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gentlv  lead  us,  301 

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Gird  thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour,  415 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears,  262 

Glory  to  God  on  high,  76 

Glory  to  thee,  mv  God,  this  night,  362 

Go,  lavor'd  people,  and  proclaim,  414 

Go  forth  on  wings  of  prayer,  472 

Go  where  Persian  flocks  are  feeding,  419 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God,  428 

God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song,  370 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee,  509 

God  of  Sabbaths,  Israel's  Lord,  424 

God  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice,  353 

Grant  the  abundance  of  the  sea,  422 

Great  First  of  beings  !  mighty  Lord  !  1 

Great  God,  assembled  in  thy  house,  49!^ 

Great  God,  oppressed  with  grief  and  fear,  22 

Great  God,  preserved  by  thine  arm,  364 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song,  372 
Great  God,  we  would  to  thee  make  known,        507 

Great  High  Priest,  we  view  thee  stooping,  48 

Great  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners,  58 

Great  Redeemer,  let  thy  presence,  440 

Great  Prince  of  peace,  enthroned  above,  479 

Great  Prince  of  peace,  enthroned  on  high,  481 

Great  Saviour,  who  didst  condescend,  449 

Great  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise,  29 

Guide  of  my  youth,  to  thee  I  cry,  443 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah,  267 

HAIL,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus,  191 

Hail,  precious  book  divine,  432 

Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began,  53 

Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds,  303 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise,  45 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended,  527 

Hark,  a  sweet  sound  salutes  my  ear,  460 

Hark,  from  Burmah's  darkened  shore,  408 
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Hark,  from  yonder  mount  arise, 

Hark,  from  yon  wilds  is  heard  the  strain, 

Hark,  hark,  the  notes  of  joy, 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing, 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Hark,  the  undulating  air. 

Hark,  the  voice  of  injured  justice, 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 

Haste,  O  sinner,  now  be  wise. 

Haste,  the  day  dawns,  haste  away. 

Hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far, 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent. 

Heavenly  Father,  hear  my  call. 

He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

Here,  in  thy  presence,  gracious  God, 

Here,  Lord,  retired,  I  bow  in  prayer, 

Holy  and  reverend  be  his  name. 

Holy  be  this  as  was  the  place, 

Holy  Bible  !  book  divine, 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness. 

How  far,  alas  !  in  sinful  ways. 

How  great,  how  terrible,  that  God, 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace. 

How  happy  is  the  child  who  hears, 

How  long  shall  virtue  languish, 

How  lost  was  my  condition, 

How  much  the  hearts  of  those  revive, 

How  painfully  pleasing,  &c. 

How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear. 

How  sweet  it  is  to  hear  the  sound, 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight, 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay, 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

How  will  my  heart  endure, 

I  ASK  the  gift  of  righteousness, 

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I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far,  174 

I  hear  them  on  their  gladsome  way,  379 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  51 

I  love  the  holy  Son  of  God,  41 

I  love  the  Sabbath  school,  for  here,  441 

I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God,  21 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  270 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,  315 

I  my  Ebenezer  raise,  463 

I  saw  a  suff 'ring  heathen  youth,  476 

I  would  not  live  alway,  538 

If  human  kindness  meet  return,  78 

If  I  perish,  I  will  go,  133 

If  there's  a  time  completely  blest,  316 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,  212 

In  all  my  ways,  O  Lord,  382 

Indulgent  Father,  by  whose  care,  375 

Indulgent  God  !  how  kind,  3 

Indulgent  God  of  love  and  power,  406 

Indulgent  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns,  9 

In  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me,  371 

Inquiring  souls,  who  long  to  find,  62 

In  Sharon's  lovely  rose,  77 

In  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise,  221 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  conae,  332 

la  vain  our  fancy  strives  to  paint,    '  523 

In  vain  the  giddy  world  inquires  243 

Is  there  no  hope  ?  O,  sinner,  pause  !  153 

It  is  the  voice  of  love  divine,  47 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home,  287 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend,  32 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be,  202 

Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound,  166 

Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion,  135 

Jesus,  great  sovereign  of  the  skies,  299 

Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory,  49 
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Jesus,  have  mercy  on  my  soul,  117 

Jesus  is  called  ihe  Prince  of  peace,  484 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,  255 

Jesus,  my  hope  while  here  below,  274 

Jesus,  my  king,  proclaims  the  war,  229 

Jesus,  my  pattern  and  my  guide,  277 

Jesus,  the  eternal  Son  of  God,  35 

Jesus,  the  incarnate  God  of  love,  75 

Jesus,  thy  love  shall  we  forget?  36 

Joys  interchanged  with  kindred  souls,  320 

Just  o'er  the  grave  I  hung,  521 

KINDRED'in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake,  334 

Kind  teacher  and  Lord,  251 

LABORERS  of  Christ,  arise,  470 

Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son,  545 

Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those,  209 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviourj  56 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue,  180 

Lift  up  your  heads,  Immanuel's  friends,  235 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling,  61 

Like  Israel,  safe  upon  the  shore,  181 

Lo  !  he  comes,  in  clouds  descending,  542 

Long  have  I  trod  the  way  to  hell,  116 

Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye,  223 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land,  529 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  345 

Lord,  hear  a  burdened  sinner  mourn,  122 

Lord,  help  me  to  repent,  131 

Lord,  I'm  defil'd  in  every  part,  232 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear,  359 

Lord,  lead  my  heart  to  learn,  439 

Lord  of  glory,  who  didst  honor,  477 
Lord  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise,                          .  504 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear,  501 

Lord,  our  Father,  O  how  fair,  31 S 

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Lord,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  j-ield,  171 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray,  354 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  matchless  ways,  185 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now,  323 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling,  57 

MAY  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart,  172 

May  the  grace  of  God  our  Saviour,  549 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations,  407 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David,  136 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  283 

My  barns  are  full,  my  stores  increase,  102 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years,       465 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love,  360 

My  God,  my  life,  thy  various  praise,  11 

My  lovely  Jesus,  while  on  earth,  365 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord,  159 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard,  245 

My  soul  wouM  fam  indulge  a  hope,  272 

NIGHT  wraps  the  realms  where  Jesus  woke,  431 

No  room  for  mirth  and  trifling  here,  536 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth,  225 

Now  be  my  soul,  eternal  King,  23 

Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal,  466 

Now  here  a  while  I  stay,  531 

Now,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise,  33 

Now  is  the  accepted  time,  149 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace,  170 

Now  let  my  soul  with  wonder  trace,  182 

Now  the  Saviour  siands  a  pleading,  158 

Now  the  shades  of  night  arc  gone,  363 

Now  these  solemn  days  are  ending,  516 

Now  thou  exalted  Prince  of  peace,  205 

Now  we  hail  the  happy  dawning,  396 

O,  AM  I  born  to  die,  118 
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O  could  I  find  from  day  to  day,  305 
O  drunkard,  drunkard,  stop  thy  hand,  498 
O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,  276 
O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,  242 
Oft  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll,  535 
O  God  of  hosts  !  the  mighty  Lord,  336 
O  God,  thy  gifts  of  tender  love,  381 
O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice,  187 
O  happy  souls,  who  dwell  above,  456 
O  how  happy  are  they,  178 
O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit,  193 
O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown,  377 
O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire,  347 
O,  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness,  240 
O,  praise  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  a  new  song,  13 
O  sinner,  near  the  heavenly  voice,  150 
O  take  the  madd'ning  bowl  away,  493 
O  tell  me  no  more,  290 
O  that  I  knew  it  were  the  case,  306 
O  that  my  load  of  guilt  were  gone,  125 
O  thou,  at  whose  almighty  word,  82 
O  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne,  454 
O  thou,  from  whoin  all  goodness  flows,  261 
O  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  de- 
light, 257 
O  thou,  that  hearest  prayer,  81 
O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight,  260 
O  thou,  whom  holy  angels  praise,  447 
O  thou,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way,  313 
O  what  a  wretched  sinner,  Lord,  119 
O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  291 
O  ye  blood-wash'd,  ransom'd  sinners,  204 
O,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly,  263 
O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day,  120 
O,  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy,  388 
O,  what  amazing  words  of  grace,  144 
Once  more,  before  we  part,  342 
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Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day. 
One  awful  word  which  Jesus  spoke, 
One  there  is  above  all  others, 
On  every  breeze,  from  every  clime, 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
On  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands, 
On  the  brink  of  fiery  ruin, 
On  thee,  each  mornmg,  O  my  God, 
On  the  mountain's  top  appearing. 
Only  this  once  ! — the  wine  cup  gJow'd, 
Onward,  onward,  men  of  heaven. 
Our  dearest  Lord,  look  from  above, 
Our  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven, 
Our  Saviour  bow'd  beneath  the  wave, 
Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 
O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

PASTOR !  thou  from  us  art  taken,  551 

Peace  was  the  song  that  angels  sang,  482 

Philosophy  of  old,  471 

Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin,  268 

Plants  of  our  country's  hope,  433 

Poor  are  the  triumphs,  486 

Poor  sinners,  little  do  they  think,  HI 
Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow,         544 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator,  10 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,  328 

Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey,       -i  330 

Precious  Bible,  what  a  treasure,  18 

RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye,       101 

Rejoice,  for  Christ  the  Saviour  reigns,  393 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern,  294 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries,  103 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return,  304 

Revive  thy  work,  O  Lord,  335 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean,  402 
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SAINTS,  with  pious  zeal  attending,  16 

Salvation — O  the  joyful  sound,  192 

Saviour,  see  us,  children,  bending,  436 

Saviour,  take  me  to  thy  arms,  540 

Saviour,  thy  law  we  love,  217 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation,  288 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour,  40 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise,  392 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within,  109 

Say,  who  shall  God's  elect  condemn,  227 

See,  another  year  is  gone,  467 

See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame,  224 

See,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see,  338 

See,  Lord,  thy  willing  subjects  bow,  70 

See  Sodom  wrapt  in  fire,  99 

See  that  ship,  her  sails  now  bending,  411 

See  the  car  of  Temperance  roll,  492 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descendino^,  543 

Send,  O  send  the  glorious  gospel,  430 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear,  510 

Since,  Lord,  thy  mighty  grace  did  call,  186 

Sing  the  dear  Saviour's  glorious  fame,  72 

Sing  to  the  Lord  in  joyful  strains,  14 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above,  548 

Sing,  ye  ransom'd  of  the  Lord,  190 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  7  108 

Sinner,  awake  to  think,  147 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep,  106 

Sinners,  approach  your  dying  Lord,  157 

Sinners,  behold  that  downward  road,  97 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  161 

Sinners,  hear,  for  God  hath  spoken,  160 

Sinners,  hear  the  mighty  Saviour,  168 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard,  222 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message,  152 

Smote  by  the  law.  Im  justly  slain,  134 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day,  369 

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Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise^  413 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises,  273 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise,  429 

Sovereign  grace  hath  power  alone,  183 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay,  91 

Still  in  the  forming  hour  of  youth,  434 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,  104 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing,  266 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet,  327 
Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope,                    285,  293 

TELL  us,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Temperance  !  tell  the  listening  world, 
The  day  is  past  and  gone. 
The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes. 
The  Lord  who  lives  in  heaven  afar. 
The  mighty  angel  to  whose  hand. 
The  moment  a  sinner  believes, 
The  night  shall  hear  me  raise  my  song. 
The  prodigal  no  sorrow  felt. 
The  prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes, 
The  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 
The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear, 
The  Saviour,  O  what  endless  charms, 
The  time  is  short,  the  season  near, 
The  voice  of  free  grace. 
There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks, 
There  is  a  solid  comfort  here. 
There  sprang  a  tree  of  deadly  name. 
This  festive  scene, 
This  is  a  precious  book  indeed. 
This  is  the  field,  the  world  below, 
This  is  thine  earthly  temple,  Lord, 
Thou  great  Physician  of  the  soul. 
Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 
Thou  that  dost  my  life  prolong. 
Thou  who  hast  stamp'd  on  human  kmd, 
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Though  troubles  assail,  254 

Throughout  our  Saviour's  life  we  trace,  42 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on,  366 

Thy  favors,  Lord,  surprise  our  souls,  4 
Thy  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song,      6 

Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word,  403 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford,  331 

Time  by  moments  steals  away,  468 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,  259 

'Tis  first  of  all  thyself  to  know,  236 

'Tis  God  the  Spirit  leads,  80 

'Tis  hard,  when  we  are  sick  and  poor,  298 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olives'  brow,  39 

'Tis  not  in  man,  vain  man,  to  trust,  312 

'Tis  pleasant  to  sing,  335 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice,  164 

To  God  the  Father's  throne,  647 

To  leave  my  dear  home,  321 

Tost  upon  life's  raging  billows,  519 

To  thy  temple  I  repair,  340 

'Twas  when  the  sea,  with  awful  roar,  230 

VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu,  55 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear,  107 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night,  410 

We  are  but  young,  458 

We  come  at  evening's  solemn  hour,  437 

We  come,  dear  Lord,  a  feeble  band,  508 

We  come  not  here  in  rich  array,  502 

We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne,  421 

We  dare  no  longer  stand,  198 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer,  176 

Well  met,  dear  friends,  in  Jesus'  name,  329 

What  must  I  do,  the  jailer  cries,  163 

What  notes  assail  mine  ear,  409 

What  poor  despised  company,  252 

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What  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test,  65 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  333 

What  warlike  natures  dwell  within,  231 

When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise,  302 

When  converts  first  begin  to  sing,  173 

When  drawn  by  Wisdom's  awful  pen,  478 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,  308 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,  518 

When  languor  and  disease  invade,  292 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain,  64 

When,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I,  457 

When,  O  my  Saviour,  shall  this  heart,  289 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see,  279 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death,  533 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again  7  343 

When  shall  we  meet  again  7  344 

When  the  eternal  Son  of  God,  218 

When  the  repentant  Mary  came,  115 

When  we  close  our  eyes  in  death,  526 

When  we  baptize  we  see  the  mode,  203 

When  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd,  179 

Where  are  the  dead  7  In  heaven  or  hell,  541 
Where'er  the  blustering  north  wind  blows,         405 

Wherever  two  or  three,  324 

Where  is  my  God  7  does  he  retire,  50 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord,  325 

While  I  to  grief  my  soul  give  way,  386 

While  the  heralds  of  salvation,  416 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun,  461 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger,  528 

Who  but  thou,  almignty  Spirit,  417 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing,  387 

Whom  shall  I  send  7  tfie  Father  cries,  34 

With  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lavs,  512 

With  costly  wines  the  table  groan'd.,  524 

Within  these  doors,  assembled  now,  339"^ 

With  thee,  great  God,  the  stores  of  light,  373 ' 
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Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now,  201 

World,  adieu,  thou  real  cheat,  253 

YE  angels  round  the  throne,  546 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men,  JJ^ 

Ye  saints,  assist  me  m  my  song,  i^» 

Ye  servants  of  God,  J| 

Ye  that  fear  the  Lord,  attend,  loo 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor,  ib^ 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee,  4j& 

Yonder  amazing  sight  I  see,  44 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  samts,  -iow 


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